The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1923-06-16

Tho southwestern style. a soft white
shirt, without nc. Hrayish.
greenish suit (which had never been
pressed since Il len the pile on the
counter at Simmons Mercantile
Emporluml and tan shoes, Allho
no one appeared TO pay him the
slightest Difference. Il was easy 20
500 that ha was the center II the
group and dominated Il.
The Lyceum lecturer threw a look
Of inquiry az tho editor of tho Junl'
per Democrat. who answered.
That's our preacher. breaches
here every other week. Lives at
Rsdhonc. Folks here some soro
about Il. cause he only gets horo
Saturdays and leaves Mondays,
Here Charley Shake hands with
our lecturer for tonight Reckon "
you so TO hear him. he'll listen IN
on you tomorrow"
Tho Reverend Charley Hawkins
grabbed the extended hand cordially
and looked straight into the face Of
It's owner with HIS clear brown
eyes "Moughty glnd 10 meet you,
sir" IL was just what 90 other
people had said to tho Lyccum lee.
turer that dag. b. the leading mer-
chants" who kept the Htnggly
string Of unkempt stores which ran
from the station of the "santyfeo"
20 the Palace hotel. hy tho ''prufos,
nor'' who taught the high school. By
tho towns two doctors, the Ice man
and the man who krpt the "ilia-
WAtha Joint" but when Charley
Hawkins said q. Il had a different
meaning.
Tho Lyccum lecturer recognized
tho difference az once, IL was the
voice OF n man who was used TO
speaking 30 that people understood
what no meant Almost uucnn.
scioualy tho two detached them
selves from the group and wandered
up Main II. together past the dusty
window OF tho Juniper Democrat,
past tho Palace Hotel. against the
doorstep OF which Enusgicd once
white How dining four little plsglca.
They wandered on toward tho com
pany sawmill. which dominated tho
town. But between tho Palace hotel
and tho nawmiii stood tho lila
watha Joint" Come In and have
a drink" said Charley Hawkins. Il
can't afford Il. but I need 20 have
a word with zeke."
Tho visible interior 81 tho "iIia.
wathh" salsaroom was as drcsFy a
place as one could wiah 20 SEE. The
transverse partition crowded the
short counter against tho window.
Upon tho counter was n small show
case 81 klin.dried cigars. and behind
Il wcro some muaiy shelves bearing
taFs containing u few highly.ooiorsd
penny confectioaA In tho middle
OF tho partition swung an oil.cio,h
covered door and even IN tho short
tlma tho I.yccum lecturer had been
ia town. ho had heard that II one
went thru that door. stranger pota,
tons wcgp obtalnabie than arc legal.
~ saiahle.
Presently appeared behind the
counter a sandy featured istis man.
'-aornin' Zcko. Lot me Introduce
tbs lecturer. Mako u a couple Of
cold limeadcs. win yvus"
Me, him before said zeko I'm.
in,crcstediy. ''Nothia but pop aud
Hiawatha. parpon."
I'm Try tho Hiawathn.' said the
lecturer. ''aa my curiosity needs
auenchinE rnors than my thirst"
"H'onms like beer tastes like beer
but haint beer Court says 90"
said Zekc. Hstting out an amber
bottle and with a touch OF defiance
In his usually ooloFleaa voice. "salig"
aud no added n aalt-ahakar.
Hawkins made a show OF critically
selecting cigar. saying. Yoke. why
don't you brighten your place UP a
mite. Put In n oigar.llghter and a
few fresh Dcmoerata' on your
shelvea. Put n couple OF tables in
back and cell ice.cream. You ought
90 open up TINT partition. too.
There's rothing invitln' about It.
Looks Ike a man folding hla arms
and frownsng instead OF holding out
his hands and saying Howdy.
Course l don't know n thing In
tho world about store.keopin'. but I
bet I'm right on tho Psychology OF
II. Norma. Zeke. Think II over.
You know I'm your friend" lie
started AWAY. but NJ tho door. he
turned back. And. oh. Zoke.
wouldn't you just as soon quit sollin'
that Hlawathn stuff to young PRO.
| vino? Course IL CANT intoxicate
his stomach. Court gays so. But
somehow II gets into young Pro.
vines head. Nature abhorrin' n
vacuum. you know, and no goes
home ugly and with his wages hall
wasted and no can't afford IL lie
can't afford 1t no morc'n / can,
Zeke." There had been n winning
smile on the speakers face, tho his
tones were quite serious. but now
| no added, with n troubled look.
And II humiliates his father. Zeko
that's tho worst OF II, his poor. old
| father.
lila poor. old father" echoed
Zeke. DO you say that, parson7'
| Yes. Zeko. ! say II. Why Zeko
maybe that poor. old man amt as
patient as he ought to be, but bless
your miserable soul. Zeke, he's beer
n minister in this town and the
Lord knows that covers n multitude
of sins. II Ho don't know, l got
to tell Him"
The Lyceum lecturer and Charley
Hawkins walked in silence for n
few minutes and then tho l.. H.
asked. Docs Il work."
only sometimes" sighed Charley
Hawkins, and then. smiling again.
as was his wont, But II does work
] sometimes
Tho little timber town, rich In
nunl punuliua aud aausaJ ,.l,,.