The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1920-12-21


tho coin" suggested Kidd. viciously'
"f' amt afraid OF a woman. are
your
"she might hoiler and have us
pinched," demurrcd RaEsy. Il don't
believe In smuggling no~woman In
housefui OF people"
Gentlemen" said Mr.. Peters. re-
vcrcly. thru his rlinaot atubhle, re
member that you are speaking Of my
wife. A man who would lft his hand
10 "a lady except In the way Of
"Maguire." said ItaFsy. polutodly
has got his book beer sign out II
We had a dollar We could"
Hush upr' said Mr. Peters. lick.
ing his lips. I'VE got 60 get that
case note somehow, boys. Amt
what's "a mans wife'a hiH7 Leave u
20 me. I'll so over 90 the house and
set Il. Walt here for me"
i've seen 'cm give up quick. and
tell you where It's hid II you kick
'om In The ribs" said Kidd.
No man would kick woman"
said Peters yirtuoualy. ~ htue
choking just a touch on the wind
pipo-that gets away with 'em-and
no marks left. Wait for me. IN
bring hack that dollar. boys"
High up In toncment.boure be
tween Second ave. and the river lived
the pcternea In a back room 30
gloomy that tho landlord bluahed 20
take the rent for A. Mrs. Peters
worked AZ sundry times. doing odd
jobs OF rcrubbing and washing. Mr..
Peters had "A pure. unhroken record
~ five years without having earned
penny. Ana yot they chung TO
rcther. sharing each others hatred
and misery. icing creatures OF habit
Of habit the power that keeps the
earth from flying 10 pieces; tho there
in some silly theory OF Erayiiaiion-
Mrs. Peters rcposed her 200 pounds
on the safer Of tho two chairs and
there gard stolidiy out the one win
dow at the brick wall opposite. Her
eyes were red and damp. The furni-
ture could have been carried away
on puuhcart. but no puahcart man
would have removed u as "A gift.
The door opened TO admit Mr..
Peters. Its foxterrior eyes cx.
pressed "A wish His wife's diagnosis
located correctly the scat OF Il. but
misrcad II hunger instead OF thirst.
"You'ii Frt nothing more 10 cat TIL
night" nhc said. looking out Of tho
window again. Take your hound.
dogs face out OF the room"
Mr.. Peters eye calculated the dis
lance between them. Iiy taking her
by surprise 1, might be possible 10
spring upon her. overthrow her. and
apply the throtiilng tactics Of which
he had boasicd 20 his waiting com.
radea True. 4; had been only a
boast. never yet had be dared 20 lay
violent hands upon her. bat with the
thoughts Of the delicious. cool book
or Cuimbach~r bracinR his nerves.
h. was near 20 upaettinE his own
theories OF the treatment due by a
gentleman 20 lady. but. with his
ioafer'A love for the more artistic
and less strenuous way. he chose
diplomacy first. the high card In the
cess already attained.
you have a dollar he sid.
ioftliy. but significantly In the tone
that goes with tho lighting OF a cigar
when the properties are at hand.
Il have" said Mrs. Peters. produc.
Ing tho bin from her bosom and
cracking Il. toaAinRiy.
II am offered a position In ain
tea store said Mr.. Petnrs. Il
ffsF .
win be- necessary for mo TO buy a
pair Of"
You are a liar" said Mrs. Peters.
reintrrring the note. mo tea store.
nor no A u c store. nor no junk shop
would have you. / rubbed the skin
or both me hands washin' Jumpers
and ovcralls TO make that dollar. DO
you think IL comes out Of them nuiA
10 buy the kind you put into your
skiddoo, Get your mind off Of
money
Evidently the poses OF Taficyrnnd
were not worth one hundred cents on
that dollar. But diplomacy Is dexter.
Gus. The artistic temperament 81
Mr.. Peters lifted him BY the straps
Of his congress CATERS and set him
on new ground. He called up look
OF desperate melancholy 10 his cycH.
Clara" he said. holloway. ITO
struggle further r. useless. You have
always misunderstood me. Heaven
knows I have strivcn with all my
might 10 keep my head above the
waves OF misfortune. but"
cut on, the rainbow Of hope and
that stuff about walkln' one by one
thru the narrow isles OF SPAIN" said
Mrs. Peters, with n sigh. 1--WE heard
II so often. There's an ounce bottle
OF carbolic on the shelf behind the
empty coffee can. Drink hearty"
Mr.. Peters reflected. What next
The old expedicnts had failed. The
two musty musketeers were awaiting
him hard by the ruined chateau
that is to say. on park bench with
rickety castiron legs. His honor was
at stake. He had engaged 10 storm