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American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, June 06, 1919, Image 2

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Author of
"GrauiUrk," "The
Hollow of Her
Hand,"**Beverly of
Giauitaric," "The
Prince of Grau
stark," Etc., Etc.
Girl of Mystery!
House of Mystery!
Synopsis.—Thomas K. Barnes,
a wealthy New Yorker on a
walking trip in New England, Is
threatened hy h mountain storm.
At dusk at a lonely cross-roads,
miles from Hart's tavern, where
ha intends to pass the night, lie
meets a girl in a similar plight,
hound for a dwelling house
called Green Fancy,
comes an automobile for tlie
girl. She gives him a lift to hin
tavern. There he fulls In with
a stranded troupe of "barn
storming" actors, of which Lyn
don Ituslicroft Is tlie star and
"Miss Thackeray the leading
The theatrical people
are doing hotel work for their
CHAPTER II—Continusd.
Barnes laughed aloud. There was
no withstanding the fellow's sprlglnly
"I happen to enjoy walking," said
"If I enjoyed It as much as you do
I'd he limping Into Harlem by this
time," aald Mr. Dilllngford sadly. "But.
you see I'm an actor. I'm too proud
to walk—"
The cracked bell on the office desk
Interrupted him, somewhat peremp
torily. Mr. Dllllngford's face assumed
an expression of profound dignity, He
lowered his voice us he gave vent to
the following:
"That man Jones Is the meanest hu
man being"God ever let
coming, sir!" He started for the open
door with surprising alacrity,
Barnes surveyed the little bedcham
ber. It wns Just wlmt he had expected
It would be. The walls were covered
with a garish paper selected by one
who had an eye but not a taste for
color—bright pink flowers that looked
more or less like chunks of a shattered
watermelon spilt promiscuously ever
a background of pearl gray. The bed
stead, bureau and waShstand were of
fensively modern. Everything was as
dean ns a pin, however, and tho bed
looked comfortable. He stepped to the
small, muny-paned window nnd looked
nut Into the night. The Storni wns at
Ha height. In all hla life ho never had
hoard such a clatter of ram, nor a
wind Unit shrieked so appallingly.
His thoughts went quite miturnlly
to the woman who was out there In
the thick of It. Ho wondered how stio
was faring und lamented that she was
not In hla place now and he In hors.
What was she doing up In this God
forsaken country? Wlmt was tlm name
of (ho place aim was hound for? Green
Fancy 1 Wlmt an odd name for u
house 1 And what sort of liousi
Ills reflections were interrupted l>y
Hie return of Mr. Dilllngford, who car
ried a hugo pewter pitcher from which
steam arose In volume. At Ills heels
strode a tall, cadaverous person In a
checked suit.
Never liml Barnes scon anything
quite so overpowering In tlie way of n
suit. Joseph's coat of many colors was
no longer s vision of childhood. II
was a reality. Tho checks were an
Inch square and each cube liml a niir
liordor of azure blue. The general
tone was a dirty gray, due no doulit to
ngo nnd a constitution tlmt would not
allow It to outlive Its usefulness.
"Meet Mr. Bacon, Mr. Barnes," In
troduced Mr. Dilllngford, going to the
needless exertion of Indicating Mr. Ba
con with a generous sweep of his free
hand. "Our heavy leads. Mr. Monta
gue Bacon, also of New York."
"Ham ami eggs, pork tenderloin,
country sausage, rump steak and
spring chicken," said Mr. Bacon in a
cavernous voice, getting it over with
while the list was fresh In his mem
ory. "Fried nnd boiled potatoes, beans,
succotash, onions, stewed tomatoes ami
—■er —Just a moment, please. Fried
and boiled potatoes, henna— "
"11am uml eggs, potatoes and a cup
or two of coffee," said Barnes, sup
pressing a desire to laugh.
"And apple pie," concluded the
waiter triumphantly. "I knew I'd g*-t
It If you guve me time. As you may
have observed, my dear sir, I am not
what yon would call an experienced
waiter. Aa a matter of fact, 1—"
The bell downstairs rang violently.
Mr. Bacon departed in great haste.
While the traveler performed his ab
îmions Mr. Dilllngford, for the moment
disengaged, sat upon (he edge of the
bed and enjoyed himself. He talked.
"We were nine at the start," said he
pensively. "Gradually we were re
ilui ed to seven, not Including the man
ager. Two of fy> escaped before ,he
smash. The low couiediun and char
acter old woman. Joe Buckley ami his
wife. That left tlie old man—I mean
Mr. Uusheroft, the star—I.ymlon Bush
croft. you know—myself ami Bacon,
Tommy Gray, Miss Rushcroft, Miss
Hughes and a woman named Bradley,
»even of us. The woman named Brad
ley aald her mother was dying in Buf
Yes. sir,
Cupjrlgbl by Dodd, Mea.d and Company, Inc
fnlo, so the rest of us scraped together
all the money we had—nine dollars
and sixty cents—and did the right
thing by her. Actors are always do
ing darn-fool things like that, Mr.
Barnes. And wtiat do you suppose she
did? Rite took that money and bought
two tickets to Albany, one for herself
and another for (he manager of the
company—the lowest, meanest orner
lest white man that ever— But I am
crabbing the old man's part. You
ought to hear wlmt he has to say about
Mr. Manager. He can use words I
never even heard of before. So that
leaves Just tile four of us here, work
ing off the two days' board bill of
Bradley and the manager, Rushcroft's
ungodly spree, and at the same time
keeping our own slate clean. Miss
Thackeray will no doubt make up your
bed In the morning. She Is tempo
rarily a chambermaid. Cracking fine
girl, too. Arc you all ready? I'll lead
you to I he dining room. Or would you
prefer a little appetizer beforehand?
The taproom is right on the wny. You
mustn't call It the bar. Everybody In
that little graveyard town down the
road would turn over completely If
you did. Hallowed trudltlon, you
"I don't mind having a cocktail. Will
you Join me?"
"As a mntter of fact, I'm expected
lo," confessed Mr. Dilllngford. "We've
been drawing quite a Hit of custom to
the taproom. The rubes like to sit
around and listen to conversation
about Broadway and Bunker Hill and
Old Point Comfort and other places,
and then go home and tell the neigh
bors that they know quite a number
of stage people. Human nature, I
guess. Listen! Hear that? Rush
croft reciting 'Oungii Din.' You can't
hear the thunder for the noise he's
They descended the stairs and en
tered the taproom, where a dozen men
were seated around the tables, all of
them with pewter mugs In front of
them. Standing at ttie top table—that
Is to say, the one farthest removed
from the door and commanding the at
tention of every creature in the room
—was the Imposing figure of Lyndon
Ituslicroft. He was reciting, in a
norous voice and with tremendous fer
vor, the famous Kipling poem. A
genial smile wiped the tragic expres
sion from his face. He advanced upon
Barnes and (lie beaming Mr. Hilling
ford, his hand extended.
"My dear follow," he exclaimed re
soundingly, "how are you?" Cordial
ity boomed In his voice. "I heard you
hud arrived. Welcome—thrlcefohl wel
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"Welcome, Thrlcet-.J Welcome."
Mr. Dll- I
llngford slapped the newcomer on tlie 1
shoulder affectionately, familiarly, and ,
shouted : , j
"Who would have dreamed we'd run I
across good old Bnrnesy up here? By
Jove, It's marvelous!''
"Friends, countrymen," boomed Mr.
Rushcroft, "this is Mr. Barues of New
York. Not the mun the book was
written about but one of the best fel
lows God ever put Into this little world
of ours. I do not recall your names.
,1 tr ?
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come 1'
He neglected to say that Mr.
Montague Bacon, In passing a few
minutes before, had leaned over und
whispered behind hla hand:
"Fellow upstairs from New York.
Mr. Rushcroft—fellow named Barnes.
Quite a swell, believe me."
It was a well-placed tip, for Mr.
Rushcroft had been telling the natives
for 'days tlmt he knew
worth knowing In New York.
Barnes was momentarily taken
aback. Then lie rose to the spirit of
the occasion.
"Hello, Uusheroft," he greeted, us if
meeting an old-time nnd greatly be
loved friend. "This Is good, 'l'on
my soul you are like n thriving dale
palm in the middle of an endless des
ert. How are you?"
They shook hands warmly.
gentlemen, or I would Introduce each
of you separately and dlvisibly."
Lyndon Uusheroft was a tall, saggy
man of fifty. Despite Ids determined
«•redness he was inclined to sag from
tlie shoulders down. His head, huge
and gray, appeared to he much too
ponderous for his yielding body, and
yet he carried it manfully, even the
atrically. The lines In his dark,
soned face were like furrows ; his nose
was large and somewhat bulbous, his
mouth wide and grim. Thick, black
eyebrows shaded a pair of eyes in
which white was no longer apparent—
It hud given way to a permanent red.
A two-days' stubble covered ids chin
and cheeks. Altogether lie was a sin
gular exemplification of one's idea of
the old-time actor.
Passing through the office, his arm
linked In one of Barnes', Mr. Rush
croft hesitated long enough to impress
upon Landlord Jones the importance
of providing his "distinguished friend,
Robert W. Barnes," with the very best
that the establishment afforded. Put
nam Jones blinked slightly and his
eyes sought tlie register as If to ac
cuse or Justify ids memory. Then he
spat copiously Into the corner, a nec
essary prt-flrnlnury lo a grin,
hadn't much use for the greul Lyndon
His grin was sardonic.
Something told him that Mr. Itush
croft was about to he liberally fed.
Mr. Rushcroft Dissolves, Mr. Jones In
tervenes, and Two Men Ride Away.
Mr. Ituahcroft explained that lie had
liml Ills supper. In fact, he went on
confess, ho had been compelled,
like the dog, to "spenk" for It. What
could he more disgusting, more degrad
ing, he mourned, than the spectacle
of a man who had appeared In nil of
the principal theaters of Ihe land as
star nnd lending support to stars, set
tling for Ills supper by telling stories
and reciting poetry in the taproom
of a tavern?
he consented, when Mr.
Barnes Insisted that It would be a
kindness to til in, "since you put It that
way, I dare say I could do with a Utile
snack, ns you so nptly put It. Just a
bite or two. Wliut liuve you ready,
Miss Tilly?"
Miss Tilly wns a buxom female of
forty or thereabouts, with spectacles.
She was one of a pair of sedentary
waitresses who had been so long In the
employ of Mr. Junes that he hated the
sight of them.
Mr. Rushcroft's conception of a bite
or two may linve staggered Barnes
hut it did not bewilder Miss Tilly, He
had four eggs with his ham, and
other things in proportion, lie talked
a great deal, proving In that way that
It was a supper well worth speaking
for. Among other things lie dilated
at. great length upon Ills reasons for
not being n member of the Players or
the Lundis In New York city. It seems
that lie had promised Ills dear, devoted
wife tlmt he would never Join a club
of any description. Dear old girl, he
would ns soon have cut off his right
hand ns to break any promise made
to her. lie brushed something away
from his eyes, am! Ills chin, contract
ing, trembled slightly. "What Is It,
Mr. Bacon? Any word from New
York ?"
Mr. Bacon hovered near, perhaps
"Our genial host lias instructed me
to say to his latest guest that the
rates are two dollars a day, In nd- j of
lance, all dining-room cheeks payable
on presentation," said Mr. Tricon, apol
Ituslicroft 'exploded, "rt scurvy In
sult," he boomed. "Confound his—"
The new guest was ninlahle. He
interrupted the outraged star. "Tell
. Iiv Jones that I shall settle prompt
y, .„ "1 ' h " •
" ha ! Ju "' h I"
you may be an actor. Mr. Harnes," suld
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<*r O IH iir^ r« A BIHltlt'n lntt*rt*st ill
Mr. Barnes developed. She bad not
noticed before tlmt be wns uncom- sec,
I, mul v good looking fellow She nl -1
ways'had said that she adored strong. lnK
"uthnletlc" filet»* *'
Later on she felt Inspired to lot
down, for use no doubt In some future | "'
literary production, a concise, though !
general, description of the magnificent 1
Mr. Barnes. She utilized the buck of
tue bill of fare and she wrote with ?
(lie feverish ardor of one who dreads !'*'
the loss of a first impression. 1 here
with append her visual estimate of the "
hero of this siory:
"lie was „ tall, shapely specimen wl
of mankind, "wrote Miss Tilly. "Broad
shouldered. Smooth-shaved face I'en
et rating gray eves. Short, curlv hair m
about the color of mine strong
hands of good shape Face tanned used
considerable. Heavy 'dark eyebrows. ( \
Good teeth, ve ry white. Square chin. ! Ul,>
Lovely smile that seemed to light up
the room for everybody within hear- '" 1
lag. Nose Ideal. Moutli saiye. Voice j I
aristocratic and reverberating with
thirty-one. Rich as t'roesus. Well
Age about thirty
turned leg*. Would rnuke a good no
blemun "
All this would appear to ha reason
ably definite were it not for the note
regarding the color of his hair. It
leaves to me the simple task of com
pleting the very admirable description
of Mr. Barnes by announcing that
Miss Tilly's hair watt an extremely
dark brown.
Also it is advisable to append the
following biographical information:
Thomas Kingsbury Barnes, engineer,
born in Montclair, N. ,I„ September
26 . 188 T».
Cornell and Beaux Arts,
Son of the late Stephen S.
Barnes, engineer, and Edith (Villen- |
tine) Barnes. Office,
building. New York city.
Amsterdam mansion,
of space prevents listing them here).
Recreations, golf, tennis and horse
back riding. Fellow of the Royal Geo
graphical society.
Loyal Legion and the Sons of the
American Revolution.
Clubs: (Lack
Member of the
Added to this, the mere announce
ment that he was in a position to in
dulge a fancy for long and perhaps
aimless walking tours through more
or less out-of-i lie-way sections of his
own country, to say nothing of excur
sions in Europe.
He was rich. Perhaps not as riches
are measured in these Midas-like dnys,
but rich beyond the demands of ava
rice. His legacy had been an ample
one. Tlie fact that he worked hard at
his profession from, one year's end to
the other—not excluding the six
devoted to mentnlly productive jaunts
—is proof sufficient that he was not
content to subsist on the fruits of an
other man's enterprise. He was a
The first fortnight of a proposed
six weeks' Jaunt through upper New
England terminated when he laid
aside his heavy pack in the little bed
room at Hart's Tavern,
would find him ready and eager to be
gin his third week. At least so he
thought. But, truth is, he had come
to his Journey's end ; he was not to
sling his pack for many a day to come.
After setting the mind of the land
lord at rest Barnes declined Mr.
Rushcroft's invitation to "quaff" a cor
dial with him In the taproom, explain
ing that he was exceedingly tired and
Intended to retire early.
Instead of going up to his room im
mediately, however, he decided to
have a look at the weather. His un
easiness concerning the young woman
of the crossroads Increased as he
peered at the wall of blackness loom
ing up beyond the circle of light. She
was somwhere outside that sinister
black wall and In the smothering
grasp of those invisible hills, but was
she living or dead? Had she reached
her journey's end safely? He tried to
extract comfort from I he confidence
she had expressed in the ability and
integrity of the old man who drove
with far greater recklessness tliun one
would have looked for in u wild and
irresponsible youngster.
He recalled with a thrill the Imperi
ous manner in which she gave direc
tions to the man, and his surprising
servility. It suddenly occurred to him
that she was no ordinary person ; he
was rather amazed that he had not
thought of it before.
of the smithy,
Moreover, now that he thought of it,
there was, pven In the agreeable re
joinders she had made to his offerings,
Ihe faint suggestion of an accent that
should have struck him at the time
but did not for the obvious reason that
lie was then not at all interested In
her. Her English was so perfect that
he had failed to detect the almost im
perceptible foreign flavor that now
took definite form In his reflections.
He tried to place this accent. Was
It French or Italian or Spanish? Cer
tainly It was not German.
He took a few turns up and down
the long porch, stopping finally at the
tipper end. The clear,, inspiring clang
of a hammer on an anvil fell sud
denly upon Ills ears. He looked at his
watch. The hour was nine, certainly
an unusual time for men to he at work
In a forge. He remembered two men
in the taproom who were bare-armed
and wore tlie shapeless leather aprons
Hart's tavern is enter
tainingly serio-comic, when
. . , , . . . ..
suddenly tragedy takes the
stage—battle, murder and
Riirirign death
sudden ceatn.
ito bk contixuhu.,
Mother Wasp'* Good Work.
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So far us known only one small In
sec, - a 1 wa, ? tll of ,h f " phex fn,ul,y -
nmon * ,he ,,,mion " of creatures belong
lnK « '«wer order than man. has
*' ver «Mnployeci the ala or a tool to ao
eon.pllsb a ilealred result. The mother
"' nsp ,,f ***** family digs s tunnel In
KI \' un< ' deposits her eggs In It. and
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!, the ***' u ttn,sh / s lts tn f k
? r " mml, ' B '*°"'" IU ' ''' S of '7'
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tunne ' f s ,,le riU ', e 1,l > t °/ ,,lese |
" ,l! T ,s - 11 Is recorded on undoubted !
i.mliorlty that on; Inventive mother. |
wl '7 <1>" mouth of the tunnel was cov
'? " ]e "'' w!,h t!,, ' rost of th '
n,,0 " t '*• br0UKht " 'lu«»' 1 »?
m "' Brnln * of ,llrt to ,he " n<l ' lick '
Mp 11 SIU " n I ' ehhlp *" ,u>r mandibles,
used lt as a hnmn ' er In pounding them
( \ <nvn w,th r, " ,ld »fokes. thus making
Ul,> spot ns firm nml ns ,uml as ,he
surface. Then she depart
'" 1 ' brought more dirt, picked up the
I ,obble again and used it.
Merc/ of nue Futur«.
The veil which covers the face of
futurity is woven by the haw* of mercy
-Bulww Ljttou.
Short Sleeves Appear in Many of
the Summer Garments.
American Designer» Reluctant to Ac
cept Pari* Recommendation for
Abbreviated Arm Covering.
Unquestionably this Is a season of
novel ideas In blouses. The ordinary,
old-time suit blouse wins barely a
glance. Of course, suit blouses must
he had, because suits are being sold
in much greater numbers than suit de
partment records have been able to
show for years. The suit blouse with
round waist length hack and sides and
long apron panel front is one favorite.
Another of the new blouse novelties
Is the cossack, which is somewhat on
the order of the old-fashioned basque.
It is not a tightly fllted affair, but is
drawn softly across the figure In front
and at the sides and tjed in the back.
Both plain and printed georgettes
arc used for the apron models and
for warm weather wear sheer cotton
voile or fine handkerchief linen may
be used In the development of a
blouse either of the cossack or apron
There Is no ironclad ruling In regard
to blouse length. Tlie waist length
model Is shown, like the one on the
cossack lines, and blouses appear with
hip length peplums, and long knee
1« ngth models, called costume blouses,
continue to he approved.
Short sleeves, definitely approved by
French style designers tills season, up
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Tastily Tucked Bloiise of Pussy Wil
low Taffeta, Severely Simple.
pear to excellent advantage in many
of the summer blouses.
American style designers have not so
far generally accepted the Paris rec
ommendation concerning short sleeves
In silk and wool, fabric frocks for
street wear, but the summer blouse
and sheer summer frocks find the style
very desirable.
The woman who elects to wear short
sleeves In the daytime should have
pretty arms,
women are so blessed and for that rea
son It Is not probable that the fancy
for short sleeves will be so generally
accepted as to make the style become
Unfortunately not all
Brighter Sunshine Causes Demand for
Broader Brims to Protect Face
and Eyes.
With the approach of late spring i
nnd early summer weather, the big hat j
i* coming actively into its own. Tim
first spring days demand Hint Ihe
headgear selected shall be small ami
rather close reefed to withstand wind
and weather, und a hat of this type
ls v '' ry 8,mirt "ith narrow straight
line tailored suit or frock. But big
hats are almost uniformly becoming,
nnd when late spring and summer
suns begin to shine, u spreading liât
hrim ls a great protection to the eyes
"*"• complexion.
When trimming is used on the spring
nr summer chapeau, flowers usually
an- first choice. All kinds of garden
flowers are lined up in the millinery
field this season. Hollyhocks. pop
pies, bleeding hearts, violets, nnd
roses, of course, and lilies. Including
those of tho pond and
are approved. Ribbon
fashionable, also, some of the smart
esl hats showing clusters of very real
looking asters, sunflowers, etc., made
of uarrow ribbon in carefully selected
co , ors
enfin family,
flowers are
Sailor collars nre smart.
Suits have very narrow belts.
Coats are very ample in the back.
Afternoon dresses are not very long.
The tablier blouse Is beiug made in
wash materials.
The frilled lingerie blouse is gaining
In popularity.
Skirts for afternon wear promise to
tK> more full.
A revival of the real lace collar ls
»trongly suggested.
Soft Bede Make Flabby Skin, and
Large Pillows Injure Health
and Appearance.
No matter how comfortable a soft
bed and large, soft pillows may be,
they are not healthful, and women
especially would do well to avoid
them, for they assist materially in in
juring their physical appearance,
states a writer in the Philadelphia
Inquirer. When the body sinks down
in a soft bed a considerable portion
of the skin is robbed of its proper
ventilation and the circulation is in
terfered with. It a
the muscles Hubby.
A hard bed will make the flesh
firmer, and the form must, therefore,
appear somewhat better as a result.
Tin* large pillows are not good to sleep
on because the head is too high when
it rests on them, and this prevents
that deep, regular breathing which
gives good lungs and in consequence
a better appearance to the bust and
One ought always to sleep on the
left side, and preferably with the arms
at the back. This may be a little awk
ward at first, but as soon as one be
comes accustomed to it she will find
it not only the most restful and easy,
but the position in which sleep is more
easily induced. The pillow ought to,
of course, be small and the bed hard,
or at least firm. The body Is then in
tlie correct position for sleeping and
for helping the physical appearance
of the person while at rest.
The arms at the back throw the
chest forward, make the shoulders
broader and the back straighter, so
that material assistance toward a
tlso helps to make
good carriage is thus obtained. When
one lies on the back, even though the
I pillow is small, it has a tendency to
crook the ( shoulders, and many cases
j of stooped shoulders have probably
originated in that way.
Decoration That Is Pleasing and At
tractive May Easily Be Made by
Nimble Fingers.
Some of the loveliest of the new
spreads for the bed are of unbleached
muslin with inserts of handmade lace
or a touch of hand embroidery in
large bold patterns, knots, cross stitcli
und tlie like. One may finish off these
spreads with a wide hem, a blanket
stitched or buttonholed edge and best
of all with a handmade, crocheted
fringe. Now this may sound ambi
tious, the making of enough fringe to
go around the whole spread except
the top, of course, and the bottom if
it is to be tucked into a wooden foot
board, but the fringe is simple. Start
with a favorite crocheted edge that
leaves an irregular edge of points,
scallops or open squares. After your
whole edge is crocheted, all you have
to do is to tie into every point, or into
three or five points in a group as
many strands of thread according to
the size and thickness of tassel you
want. If there is filet lace in your
spread, you will want a filet heading
for your fringe. If the embroidery
is dainty, make your heading a series
of lighter picoted interwoven loops.
You can find patterns and directions
for such a heading in any crochet
book, nnd all you will have to do Is
to knot your strands of fringe Into the
most prominent loops or points.

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and the packet sleeve, and also
front of the suit, is a trimming that
sets the outfit off most attractively
Thi, sport suit is made of Un gabar-'
Rows of tiny buttons on the cuffs
on tho

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