The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 2, 1925, Page 8

THE SEATTLE STAR a ! { I would not thi x rm a Aga’ p 0 ® , f no b he's t Eve ar coul any . “I've got said cold—frozen to quic I need something to warm me up.” Letty could quavered; then she bowed her head weakly upon his arm and Realizin sut-of and that furthe' ment was futile, Rouletta Kirby tled herself to wait = that Ang him, but of that chan even the direction it was taking, not been altogether clea now, how ever, he thought 1 erstood. He had been quit that first hour in Dyea, whe jd himself that Life lay just ahead of him—Just over the Chilkoot. Such, proved to be ‘omed hered wond! fallen to men’s tasks, exper’ 7 come to him by leaps and bounds. I a rush he had emerged from groping boyhood into full maturity; physic ally, mentally, morally, h strong and broad and t abandon ne rubbed shoulders with him, love had smiled into his eyes. Dan mer had tested his mettl today the final climax had come, What roused his deepest satisfaction it seemed to him that he had reach: full manhood, and in the first Mush of realization he assured himself that he could no longer drift with the aimless current of events, but must begin to shape affairs to his own ends. More than once of late he had} pondered a certain thought, and now having arrived at a decision, he de- termined to act upon it. Ever since that stormy evening at Linderman his infatuation for Hilda had in creased, but, owing to circumst he had been thwarted in enjoying its full delights. During the daylight hours of their trip, as a matter of fact, the two had never been alone together even for a quarter of an hour; they had scarcely had a word in confidence, and in consequence he had been forced to derive what com- fort he could from a-chance look, smile, some inflection of her voice. It was an intolerable situation, and so, under the spell of his buoyant spirits, he determined to make an end of it once for The Countess recognized his step when he came to her tent and she spoke to him. Mistaking her greet- ing for permission to enter, he untied the strings and stepped insi to find her unprepared for his re- ception Never had Phillips seen such an alluring picture, Now that her hair was undone, its length and {ts pro- fusion surprised him, for it com pletely n him in a conquering mood; he strode forward, lifted her Into his embrace, Sour Stomach “Phillips Milk of Magnesia” Better than Soda a Instead of soda hereafter take a Uttle “Phillips Milk of Magnesia” in water any time for indigestion or sour, acid, gassy stomach, and ro- Hef will come instantly, Vor fifty years genuine “Phillips MNk of Magnesia” he weribed by physicians by overcomes threo times Reid in the stomach as a tolution of bicarbonate of soda, leay- ing the stomach sweet and free from all gases, It neutraliz fermentations in the bowels and gently urges the souring waste from the system without purging. Be fides, it is more pleasant to take than soda. Insist upor@s'Phillips,”” Twenty-five gqut bottles, any drug: More, nces, been pre- nso It 4 much aturated National Pictures, Inc, and Frank Lioyd too, and | of the tent into the night only | hen the door was opened the wind ntled her, The sight put | | her way from one to another, and <} best of father 8 apd |)" | that were as myst 1 on my tongue and 1] Niels’ | m not w | r taring at flame which ga on to Ket ahead t mbition t somethir worth while out of elf—a form perhaps, but I tell you | en are selfish. Anyhow ned to promise better things and | y whereby I could make | er my life. Instead that he opened my eyes and] howed me tho world as it Is, not as I bad ime. 1 it to be. Ho was k I was un ‘aan't, really, me, Wh wt death of | sion as mercenary fault of x, I dare say had that man-call I spoke woman-cal He full of faults, mail things, but he had an is tra and it was tmpoasible to rin m, Other women It 1 yielded to it, so finally we ways, I some time uch with me thing of him fi I've sent When het n big w na good deal of money s that Ihave prospered he'll undoubtedly turn up aga. Ups recoiled; his face whitened yr ach, a shocked surprise ok he turned upon his he grasped. “Oh—| She nodded lowered her I sur now—until Tg to telling you, and then it was t you Plerce rose; his lips now were as lorless as his check “rm sur to say Why, this ts | pple will sa at I've got In a mess with a mar. man. That's what {t looks sia voice broke huskily. How could you do It, when I mean »¥@ to be clean, honorable? H ut mynelf, and you, he mana suld I kno atten! t be too hasty In your judg. n't you see? I was weak. | Then you came, like a| wine, and—I lost my I've regained it, 1 dream, but It’ I'm awake. I kn ybe I am, but I've tri to think for you, and to act on that | Ise. I tell you I would ave been quite incapable of It be- age and experience natch at it, but I'm looking farther ad than that. I can't afford an- | e. Life fits me, but you ¢ burs ng your seams.”’ with a lot of n said, with resentment, “but what amount to? You amused with me and you're ready h to continue so long an I pour | my devotion at your feet. Well, I] won't do ft. I—I'll play the game as you played it." He turned blindly and with lowered head plunged out The Countess listened to the sounds | of his departing footsteps; then, when | they had ceased, sho rose wearily | and flung out her arms. There was| a real and poignant distress in her} eyes. | “Boy! Boy! she whispered. “It | was sweet, but—there had to be an end.” For ‘a long time she stood staring at nothing; then she roused herself with a shiver, refilled the stove, and| seated herself again, dropping her chin upon her knees am sho did in- stinctively when in deep thought CHAPTER XML. Rouletta Kirby could not manage to get warm. The longer she sat beside the stove the colder she be- came, This was not strange, for the! room was draughty, people were con- stantly coming in and going out, and caused the canvas walls of the saloon to bulge and {ts roof to slap upon the rafters. The patrons were warmly clad in mackinaw, flannel and fur. To them the place was comfortable enough, but to the girl 10 sat swathed in sodden under- rments it was like a refrigera More than once she regretted her heediess refusal of the Countess Courteau's offer of a change; sov- eral times, in fact, she was upon the point of returning to claim it, but shoe shr from facing that wintry wind, so low had her vitality fallen. Then, too, she reasoned that it would be no easy task to find the Countess at this hour of the night, for the beach was lined with a mile of tents, all more or less alike, She pictured the search, herself groping mumbling excuses to surprised oc. cupants. No, it was better to stay here bside the fire until her clothes dried out She would have reminded her father of her discomfort and claimed his assistance only for the certainty that he would send her off to bed, which was precisely what she sought to prevent. Her presence irritated him; neverthless, she knew that his safety lay in her remaining. sam Kirby sober was In many ways the he was gonerot vas goritle; he was considorate, Kirby drunk was anottéy man en. tiraly-- a thoughtless, wilful, cruel man, subject to vagaries of temper lous to tho girl who knew him so woll as they were dangerous to friend and foo alike. (To Be Continued) $ALESMAN $AM \ (GREAT $C For aot MARG HAD TO WELL Ste OF HER THIS WINTER FRECKLES AND HIS WELL GooER + | > FRECKLES Mouse AN AGBRS AIS AONLL GIVE US A COOWE, Purses aun meno BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES TT Gee [1m Sopmy | OM WELL. SHE ig [ O4~ THERE |] MOVING RIGHT INTO TWE NEXT Brock DOWN HERE=$O |} THATS MY GOES THE BELL. | BET FRIENDS NOES ANN HAVE | 160 100 ? GOGH! | | DONT SEB WHY Love || NEW ORES VW CANY STAY - WELL, | GUESS GHE IS GANG TO STAY A FEW DAYS LONGER POOR DEAR DORSNT WANT To LEAVE ~ BUT | GUESS BOOTS ? WELL 'IT SEEMS TO ME YOU ARE TAKING Con SIDERABLE YOR GRANTED IN CALLING A LADY OF THE HOUSE By WE, ¥igsy SHOULD BE C® NAME |) the REAR - ; UF SEAS € ( SAE HASNT), bee ENGR SEEN YoU, RAGS =» SHE MGXT 6IVE You A COOKIE ‘TOO AeRCY Me! yuere DID You GET YOUR FEET ) h COANE IN "To DAY UNLESS YOU CLEAN YOUR » Doss go SO MUDDY F YoU CANT F he fg MOM’N POP SAY, THERE'S BEEN ROBBERS AROUND THE NEIGHBORHOOD - SOMEONE STOLE 14 PUMPKINS OUT OF MY GARDEN SATURDAY NIGHT, Quite UMELY ME A DIME APIECE I'D I TELL WHERE THEY COULD FIND SOME ~ CABLE FROM KARL WHITNEY TO LESLIE PRESCOTT next week for home, a little earlier than we had planned. Sho seems to feel that her home physicians could do more for her arm than Is being done here. It is not getting well as fast as we could wish, May I ask you to go over and tell Mrs, Ritchley, my housekeeper, to have everything in readiness for our | return on the 12th? Tell her the entire west wing {s to be given up to mother as usual KARL. Night Letter From Ruth Burke to Leslle Prescott Of course, I want you. Pleaso start tomorrow, if possible. I have sent Walter off on a fishing trip. Woe will have the place to ourselves. He {s much moro nervous than I am When you get here I am going to haye you write to Walter. Ho went away with great reluctance and I don’t think hoe will stay very long, but he got on my norves ao, I could not have him around, as much as I love him. RUTH. Night Letter From Paula Perier to Sally Atherton Very lonesome without you here, Everyone misses you. Your honest opinion and great common sense was most refreshing in this temperament. al city of Hollywood, Have finished my last picture and this is to tell you that I am coming Fast to make a picture in Pittsburg in some one of tho steel mills, Do you think Mr, Prescott will let the [company use his plant? It is only Jone sequence and I have persuaded mother to leaye | three days. 1 take about I could ever explain. PAULA, Night Letter From John Alden Prescott to Paula Perier Yesterday I gave the production manager of your company permis sion to use our mills for the locale of the sequence of your next picture, Ho says it will take about three days to photograph {t. Mrs. Prescott sends her regards and hopes to seo| something of you whil hero. PRESCOTT. JOHN ALD Night Letter From Sally Atherton to Paula Perler Very sweet moensago from you. Glad you are coming East. Your ad vent in Pittsburg will make a great) sensation, Leslie Prescott wants to give you a party. Will you have time | for it? SALLY, Night Letter From John Alden Prescott to Sydney Carton Yesterday I gave permission to the production manager of the Paula Perler Motion Picture company to uso our steel plant for a sequence in her next picture. Time has been rightly called a comedian, JACK, M. A, Service, Inc.) (Copyright, 1926, N. TOMORROW — Letter from Leslio Prescott to the Little Mar- quise, Re OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON NO 12—SOME MORE HIGH JINK “Who will do the next act?’ asked Old King Cole, “If wo are going to have a atunt party every. body will havo to do something." “T willl” sald Captain 3ldd, the Pirate in a loud ntrong voice, / “1 came to High Jinks Tand to have A good tim and Tam going to have {t, I shall dance a IWisher's Horn. pipe if tho musie will please be so kind an to play." At that Old King Cole's ‘Three Fiddlers began to tune up, also the Hi Diddle Diddle Cat and the Pied ” HIS BALL IN THe CUP ANO HELL THINK HG MADE A Roce IN ONE I'll be awfully glad to seo you again and hope to persuade you to come back here and live with |me as my secretary. I will double | any offer that Mr. Prescott makes to you, You hava been more to me than GREAT GUNS, MY BALL'S IN THE cUuP— THAT Gives ME YOU GO RIGHT IN “THE HOUSE AND GET IT FOR MR. TYTE =I PUT THE AND DONT EVER MONEY IN MY DO ANYTHIN. BANK-IM LIKE THIS SAVING IT AGA For CHRISTMAS | M’DUFFER, THE FLAPPER FANNY says | GOLFER 0.1025 BY NEA SERVICE INC. ! He's a very thin husband who can hide behind his wwife’s skirts these days. nyriaht, 1925, Ammoeianed Ealtors, tne) Threo-Men-in-a-Tub turned thelr tub upside down for a drum tho Little-Dog-" hat-LAughed got his dish and spoon which when beaten together made wonderful music, “Commence,” sald Old King So the orchestra went: To dum, te dum, te dum, To dum, te dum, te dum, Te dum, te dum, te dum, Te dum, te dum, te dum, te Fisher's Hornpipe, “How do you Dodger asked the Twins. call that a real stunt, so T do. JEAD COLDS Melt in spoon; inhale vapors apply freely up nostrils, VISKS "It's beautifull’ said Nancy. “I'd like to be a pirate when 1 | grow up," said Nick, “Wither a | pirate or drive a bus “There! That's over!" sald Old King Cole. ‘Three cheers for Cup. tain Kiddy" There were three rousing cheers led by the Clown. When everything was quict Old King Cole said, “Who will do the next stunt?” “L will," said the Ten O'Clock Scholar, “I ckn make up a pleco to speak." “Very welll” said Old King Cole “Please do." And he knocked his pipe on his bowl for order. So the Ten O'Clock Scholar made Q deep bow and said: “The land {s flat, the ocean's deep, Til 9 o'clock I love to sloep, Now I have done the best I can, So I shall stop and—and—and" Tho Ten O'Clock Scholar stood on one foot and then: on tho other, and he put his hands in his pockets and took them out again. And all the time he got redder and redder, “L can't think of the rost," he said presently, “TI can't finish it. “Thon we'll help you," sald Old King Colo Kindly, ‘Can anyone think of @ word to rhyme with 17 Million Jare Used Yo. ‘oan’ ?"" WHY'S JIM CRONK SO DOWN ON THEM INSURANCE AGENTS ? A LOCAL COMMITTEE OF MUDD CENTER CITIZENS 1S BEING ORGANIZED TO TAR AND FEATHER THE TRAVELING INSURANCE AGENT WHO SOLD JIM CRONK & POLICY, IF HE EVER SHOWS UP IN TOWN AGAIN w= “Man,” sald Nick, “Wan,” sald Nancy. “Ran! Pan! Dan! Fan! Plan!’ call ed a dozen voices, “I have it!” said the Ten O'Clock Scholar, "I'll say {t all over again. So ho sald “The land is flat, the ocean's deep, Till 9 o'clock I love to sleep, Now I have dogg tho, best I can, TiN T grow up ’to be a man." “Just fine!’ said Mister Dodgor, "T think you will@e a poet and ——e BY MA ‘AND FURTWERMORE,\F YOU HAD NOTICED COMING IN ~ THERE WAG A S16N OW THE OOTR OF THE APART MENT SAYING THAT ALL DELIVERIES ~~ BOT THOSE PUMPKINS WERE WORTH MORE THAN A DIME APIECE THE STORES ARE SELLING 'EM FOR I5¢- HOw ABouT THE BALANCE ? ONE OF’EM TOLD HIM HE'D GIT & THOUSAN’ DoLLaRs — | IF HE LOST & HAND THREE) OF HIS HIRED MEN QUITON] HIM AN' HE COULD'NT CoLLect @ cenr! ©1025 BY NEA seAVICE. INC. something," sald Chimney Sweep, ‘What calt bk the chimney down chimney down, but cannot 68 the chimney up or down the © The Beoplo of guessed for a quarter of but no ono had tho answels “Give up?! sald the Swoede T shall tell you, It's an umbre (to Be Continued) P: ‘write a book, Who will do the next! (copyright, 1926, Ni 1 A.