The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1922-02-20

Continued Prom Yesterday
lie went. not because he wanted
to SO. but because he could not rs.
cape without being an ungraeious
hcor.
Joyce few 70 meet her father.
.ycs eager. hands swift to caress
his rough face and wrinkied coat.
She dubbed with Joy at his return.
and when he told her that hts news
was Of the best the long iashea OF
the brown eyes misted with tears.
~i~s brought company for sup.
per. honey" Emerson told her.
She gave Dave her hand. flushed
and smiling. 1--WE been 80 worried
she explained. tits fine 10 know
the news is good I'll want 20 hear
IL ALL"
.rwe've got the stolen money back.
exploded her father We
know who took lt--nuE Dohle aud
that cowboy shorty Miller
.Rut | thought Miller
.He escaped. We caught him and
brought him back to town with us
Crawford seizcd the girl by the
shoulders. lie was as keen as
boy 20 share his pleasure. And
Joy--better news yet Miller con
frsset he killed George Dohle. Dave
didn't 90 IL at all"
Joyce came 20 the young man nm.
pulslveiy. hand outStretched. She
was glowing with delight. eyes kind
and warm and glad, That's the
best yet on. Mr.. Sanders. isn't u
goodf~
His impassive face gave no hetray.
a. Of any happiness he might feel in
his vindscaton. Indeed. something
almost sardonic In It's expression
chilled her enthusiasm More than
the passing OF years separated them
from the days when he had shyiy
but Eayiy wiped dishes for her In
the kitchen. when b. had worshiped
her with a boys uncrlticai adora.
ton.
Sanders knew II better man she.
and cursed the habit Of repression
Il had become a part OF him In
- prison days. He wanted to give
er happy smile for smile. But he
could not do IT, All that was young
and ardent and eager In him was
dead. He could not let himself SO.
Even when emotions flooded his
heart. no evidence Of II reached his
chill eyes and set face-
Keith was his slave. faithful nd-
msrer whose eyes fed upon hts hero
steadily. He had heard the story OF
this young mans deeds discussed
until Dave had come to take on
almost mythical proportions
He asked n question In an awed
voice How did you get this Mil
er to crnsessr-
The guest exchanged = giance
with the host we had a talk
with him
did you
Oh. moi we fust asked him n
- didn't want to tell us all about
II. and II seems h. did
Maybe you touched his better
fsalin'-.- suggested Keith. with
memories Of an hour In Sunday
School when his teacher had made
= vain appeal TO hi.
HD father laughed Maybe Ne
"a noticed he was near bius-
bsrfn'. expect it's .Adios. Senior
Miller He's got two years more
-1seervs. and After that he'll have
ahother nice long term to serve for
Robin the stage All I wish 10
we'd done the Job more thoro and
sent some friends Of his along
with him. Wen. that's up 20 Ap-
plegate--
Il am glad II Is said Joyce crn.
pfmticAily.
ANY rews today from Jackpot
Number Thrce7" asked the president
Of that company.
bob Hart sent In 20 get some
supplies and had 4 note left for me
~ the posfoffice.- Miss Joyce men,
toned. . trffle annoyed at herself
because a blush insisted on flowing
into her cheeks life says It's the
biggest thing he ever saw, but it's
going TO be awf'iy hard TO control
Where is that note7 I must have
put Il somewhere"
Emerson's eyes nl-ksred mischief.
Qtlf we'll IT, Tf1iEl1 NFput the
note That waite property,
reckon"
I'm sure II can find IT,
@fIl bet my boots you caynt
fho." he leased.
Dad What win Mr.. Sanders
Think You know that's nonsense.
Bob wrote because asked him 10
let me know"
Ursure Why wouldn't the secre.
fary and field superintendent Of the
Jackpot company keep the daugh.
ter OF the president inforned7 III
have II read into the minutes Of our
next board msetin' that it's In his
duties TO keep you posted.
oh. well. IL you want to talk
foolishness." she pouted.
There's somethln' else I'm rofn'
70 have put into the minutes Of the
next meeting. Dave" Crawford
went on. And that's yore election