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PAGE TWO.
f O—rge Randolph Cheater,
Copyrighted.
((VNithmt'il from our last issue.)
"Honest, I can't giggle about
anything any more," regretted
Fern, rescuing a discarded shoe of
Molly's from under the boudoir
couch. "I'm solemn In spite of
niyself."
"Please don't," objected Molly,
almost piteously. "If you turn bol
emii. my laat prop is gone."
"I didn't mean to," apologized
Fern. "But getting married is
rather a weighty thing, after all.
Besides, my conscience hurts me
■bout Sledge. Molly, he's a nice
old fatty. I've a notion to marry
him myself to make up for it."
The pane of distaste which Mol
ly felt at that speech was not
jealousy; far from* It. If any
thing, it was a mere questioning
of Fern's taste in making such a
remark. That was it!
Molly changed the subject. "I
don't believe you like Bert very
well," she said.
"Indeed I do!" remonstrated
Fern, also too quickly. "He'd
•till the handsomest fellow I ever
•aw. You should be very happy,
Molly, about the new home and
the fine business prospects, and
the social triumphs which 1 know
are waiting for you; and you'll
have a polished husband of whom
you can always be proud, and just
bushels and bushels of love, of
course."
"Of course," agreed Molly, look-
Ing at the little Dresden clock on
the mantel. "Goodness, Fern; the
minister is due to arrive in ten
minutes, and Jessie Peters isn't
here yet."
"If sht> knew the importance of
your informal invitation to call
this afternoon, she'd have been
here hours ago," laughed Fern.
"I don't wonder, Molly, that of all
your girl friends, she was the one
you insisted on having here. She's
a darling!"
"She's true," added Molly.
"Somehow, I always feel safe,
even against myself, when she's
around me. 1 love you to death,
Feru. but you're wicked."
Mina knocked at the door.
"Miss Peters," announced Mina
gloating once more over her hand
iwork us she surveyed the hand
some Molly and the pretty Fern.
"Have her come right up," di
rected Molly, and waited with an
expectant smile, which changed to
a look of concern when she saw
the poorly concealed traces of
teara In Jessie's eyea.
"What's the matter, Jessie?"
ahe asked; and Jessie, not seeing
that painfully fluffy wedding
gown, threw herself dismally into
Molly's arms.
"They didn't want me to come!"
■he gulped. "But I had promised
you, and Dicky said I might."
"Why didn't they want you to
coma?" asked Molly anxiously.
"On account of your father."
"Father!" gasped Molly. "What
•bout him?"
"Doa't you know?" wondered
Jessie, half crying again.
"Why, no, child," warried Mol
ly. "What is it? Tell me," and
she heard Fern slipping quietly
out of the room. She led Jessie
over to the oouch, and all forget
ful of her shimmering satin, sat
down.
"It's the street car stock," Jes
sie explained. "Dicky Just came
out to the bouse with the news.
Thorn is to be no consolidation.
Nobody would have the stock for
a gift. And it's Thanksgiving
day!"
Molly held her closer.
"It Isn't fathers fault, it's
mine," confessed Molly, aghast, as
she began for the first time to
fully realite the hundreds of real
sufferers in this high-handed
game which she and Sledge had
played. "Mr. Sledge wanted to
marry me, and I was engaged to
Bert. He broke Bert. Then fath
er said he had money enough for
alt of us: so Sledge tried to break
father, and I don't know how
many people besides us have had
to suffer for that. It's Sledge and
I. Jessie—not father."
"Bledge 1r a beast," charged
Jessie, vehemently.
"He isn't really so bad," de
clared Molly, trying to be just.
"He's like other strong people.
He doesn't know how badly he
hurt*. He's like a football play
er shaking hands with you."
"He's a brute!" shuddered Jes
sie. "I stood by him In Maberly's
candy store yesterday, and I was
actually afraid of him for fead I
would annoy him by being in bis
way. and he might turn around
and be rough to me."
Molly laughed softly at the Idea
of Sledge's being rough to little
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Jess if- Peters.
"Why, he'd be bo gentle to you
as td be ridiculous," she said.
"Not even Dioky could be more
gentle."
Jessie straightened immediate
ly, and Molly patted her shoulder
thoughtfully.
"I guens you and Dick love each
other very much," Bhe suggested.
"I don't know how to tell it,"
confewned Jessie shyly. "Love is
such a tremendouß thing, Molly. It
cries."
Molly was startled into silence.
What was this thing that she wa.s
doing? She was entering on the
most serious relationship In life
as the termination of a game, in
which love, such as Jessie knew,
had had no part; in which even
romance, to which every girl is
entitled ut least once, had been
made subservient to business, to
stock manipulations, to real estate
deals, and to stubbornness. The
only one who had been at all ro
mantic, and she smiled with a
trace of humiliation as she re
member it, was big, coarse Sledge!
"You're going to be very happy,
Jessie," admitted Molly.
"I'm so happy I'm selfish," re
plied Jessie, comfortably. 'I've
even forgotten to ask why you
were so insistent this morning up
on having me come over at such
an exact minute."
"I wanted you at my wedding,"
milled Molly.
"Molly-" exclaimed Jessie.
"That's why you and Fern are all
In white."
There was a knock at the door,
but it was Kern who stood there,
in place of Mina.
"The minister is here," whisper
ed Fern. "He's in the parlor,
Bert's in the lihrar.v, and your
father's in the den, most respect
ably quiet. Jessie, you come
down with me. I'll send up Mr.
Marley, and when he and Molly
start downstairs, you're to play
the wedding march, while I back
Bert up under the chandelier. Now
She flew down the stairs and
hurried back to the dent. A mo
ment later tliey heard a shriek,
and running to the den. they
found Frank Marley sprawled on
the floor, with Coldman's check
crumpled in his nerveless fingers.
It took halt, iiii hour to bring
Mmrley back to consciousness.
Molly knelt on the floor beside
the couch, with her arms about
her father, while he explained
what had happened.
"Then all our plans are off,"
discovered Bert. 'Molly, It looks
like a postponement!"
"Not on my account," protested
Marley, and arose feebly
Molly, seeing that he wavered,
hurried to his support. He turned
to her and put his hands on her
sohulders.
"I'm sorry, Molly," he said
simply, looking Into her eyes witli
more fondness than he was in the
habit of showing her.
"We can stand it," she com
forted him. "After all, it's only
just. I feel so much less wicked
if we suffer with all the poor peo
ple we have helped to ruin."
The minister, a tall chap who
had won the hammer-throwing
medal in his last year at college,
had withdrawn discreetly to the
parlor when the conversation had
begun, but now came back apolo
getically.
"I am sorry to urge you," he
observed, looking at his watch.
'I have a brief appointment, but
1 can return."
"I don't know," hesitated Mol
ly, glancing at Bert. "Wait just
a minute."
The thin butler came through
the hall to the front door, which
he opened, and a second later he
was sitting in the umbrella rack.
"Say, youse!" bellowed the
voice of Sledge, as his huge
bluk, followed by Tommy Reeler.
Rlammed back through the hall.
"Is It all over?"
Kern was the first to recover
from the shock. "No," she said
meekly, but her eyes danced as
they met those of Tommy Reeler.
"Then It's off;" yellei Sledge,
and Rrabbed the startled Molly by
the wrist.
Bert endeavored to throw him
self in between the two, but
Sledep save him a quick elbow in
ths^iit of the stomach and Bert
dropped heels up on a couch,
clawing for breath, while Sledge
dragged the struggling Molly
steadily toward the front door.
Opposite the library he met
with an unexpected defender. The
tall young preacher threw him
self upon the Big Hoy bodily and
grabbed Sledg around the neck.
Sledge shook his head and
spluttered, like he would in a
shower bath, but never let go of
Molly's wrlßt, ana plodded on to
ward the front door.
Tommy Reeler, who had been
clearing the legs of the limp but
ler out of the path of progress
now sprang on the minister's
back and pinioned hIH busy arms
from behind, while Sledge stead
ily dragged them all toward the
front door, with Molly now
screaming, and Mina, her arms
about her mistress' waist, jerking
her from behind.
"Mina!" cried Molly. "Let go!
You're pulling my arm In two!"
The weight of Tommy Reeler
told at last. With steady progress
Sledge dragged Molly across the
i porch and to the door of his wait
ing liinouisine, into which he
placed her with careful force.
'Home, Billy!" he chuckled to
the driver.
Molly's first and perfectly nor
mal action when the limousine
drove away with her, was to in
dulge in a splendid ruse of hyster
ia. She laughed, she cried, she
shrieked, she tried to jump out
of the machine; and Sledge was
so scared that he wilted his col
lar.
"You're all right, Miss Molly,"
he hoarsely cooed, over and over.
Molly dabbed at her eyes with
a filmy lace handkerchief. "You
are hurting my w rise," she com
plained.
He let go slowly, and looked at
the deep, white indentations of
hIK big fingers. He almost blub
bered.
"I'm a slob!" he confessed.
"Why, Miss Molly, I'd saw my
leg off before I'd hurt you. Why,
doggone it, you're like a flower,
or a butterfly, or a cunaiy to me.
Look at that wrist."
She drew her hand away. "Mi".
Sledge, where me you taking
me?"
"Home," ho informed her.
"We're gryina set married."
In spite of her tearing anger,
there wax something in this so
ridiculous that she was compelled
to laugh, and with the first peal
Sledge paled.
"Hit 'er up!" he yelled to his
driver. "Please dou't, Miss Molly;
you're all right!" And he made
the futile attempt of mopping his
brow with the foolish little hand
kerchief which he somehow found
in his hand.
"I>et me out of here!" she de
manded.
"Nix!" he gruffly replied. "You|
don't fool me again. I'm gonna
marry you."
"You can't," she told him. "It
isn't legal if I don't say 'Yes."
"You got to say 'Yes.' " he in
sisted. "Look here, Molly, I
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couldn't let you marry tlmi iii»
head. He's a woman fusaer. He's
been mixed up with them since
you were engaged, and he'd Dover
stop. So don't you marry Mm!"
"I ani the one to decide on
that," Molly indignantly advised
him.
Sledge looked at her a moment
contemptively, then he opened
the forward window.
"Stop!" he ordered Billy, and
closed the window again. "All
right; go to it; decide," he un
expectedly told her as the ma
chine stopped. "Hiii be on the
level now. Do you love Bert?"
Molly was silent.
"You don't," he concluded.
"Put It the other way. How about
Bert? Now, don't kid yourself."
Again Molly was silent. She
could answer that question if she
chose, and the picture of little
Jessie Peters' sublime adoration
of Dicky Reynolds came before
her eyes, linked with the memory
of Bert's face when he had sug
gested a postponement. Being
broke was an Incident with Jes
sie and Dicky, and entirely aside
from their love. With Bert and
herself, it was the love which
had been incidental.
Sledge waited :i reasonable
time for her to allege Bert's en
thusiasm.
"Home!" he commanded Billy.
"You see. I'm wise, Miss Molly.
That pin-head couldn't love any
body enough to go the distance.
I can, I'll murder anybody you
name. Want anybody killed'?"
"You!" she savagely retorted
and then, to her own surprise,
laughed. She had put her hand
on the catch of the door, but,
since he made no attempt to stop
her, she left it there.
"You don't hate me that
much," he calmly informed" her.
"You like me." Again she laugh
ed; this time at his naivette.
"You see, it's like this," he ex
plained. "I'm a big hIo!^ and I'm
rough, 1 ain't pretty, and I know
it; but 1 can start something any
minute and when 1 do 1 can fin
ish it. You don't know it, but
you're strong for that."
With a thrill. Molly realized
that he was right In this. She
did admire force.
"But love is different," #ie
replied, arguing more to hertflf
than to him.
"Nix!" he denied. "It's die
strongest thing there is."
"Love cries," Molly mused, re
membering Jessie.
"It hurts," he agreed. "It u«ed
to sound like a joke to m? Mill I
got it. You don't want to go buck
and marry Bert, do you?"
"No!" she bluntly confessed.
Sledge opened the front win
dow. "Hurry up!" he admonish-
ping. This design is carried out
in striped and plain flannel,
making it both inexpensive and
dainty.
Medium size requires 2 % yards
54-inch plain and 1 % yards 54
--inch striped material. The cut
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piece of pattern must l»e used to
cut the dress to the beat advan
tage. The hack gore of the skirt
and the belt sections are laid on a
lengthwise fold of material,
while the front gore of the gklrt
and the piecing are placed on a
lengthwise thread.
Now, take the striped flannel
and fold it in half. Place the
back of the blouse on a length
wise fold and to the right of this
lay the collar. If the collar is
made to match the skirt, place it
on a piece of plain material as
Bhown in the cutting guide. The
same is true of the cuff. The
sleeve and front of the blouse,
however, are placed on a length
wise thread of the striped flan
nel.
Flannel Is one of the most
fashionable material* of the sea
son for sports frocks, but If some
thing more inexpensive &Ull i*
desired, voile In a combination ojf
check and plain designs may be
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design. For Instance, if pre
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front; leaving a straight panel.
Instead of the elbow «leevo with
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•nd deep cuffs. The three-pieop
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Next Week
ANOTHKR BEST BKLIJOR.
.■<l Billy.
"I <ii.n't mind confessing that
i would In all likelihood have
broken the engagement, even had
you not come," she told Sledge,
deciding suddenly to have it all
out. "I had realized just at the
laftt moment," she went on,
"that Hort's attitude toward cir
marriage was noc what it should
be. That does not necessarily
mean, however, that I am willing
to marry you. That's one thing
you can't make me do, Mr.
Sledge," and she looked him
((uietly In the eye.
He studied her a long time,
■ mil felt foolißh.
"I guess not," he humbly con
fessed. "1 thought I could,, hut
1 got to let you be the boss."
"In that I inn-.i he," she as
serted. "I thought we were go-
Ing to your home," she added,
puzzling over the out-of-the-way
"N'aw, yours!"
"Mine?" she returned.
"It was to be," he corrected.
"The governor's house. I bought
it, furniture and all I Mat Wa
ver to Paris." He looked mood
ily ahead at the road. "You'll
take me out to the house before
you go bark, won't you, Molly?"
"Who's there?" she inquired.
"Mike and the servants. They
went with the furniture."
Sledge seemed to feel no need
of a Mother (irundy, and she re
alized suddenly that there was a
fineness in him which made
decency a matter of principle,
rather than of circumstances.
"I don't mind the ride," she
lunched, feeling suddenly tri
unii .:ant. After all, she had won
her battle with Sledge, hut she
was not at all satisfied with her
self when they finally drew tip to
the porch of the magnificent
Waver mansion.
Sledge alighted immediately,
and held out his hand.
"You fooled me before," he
charged, •'but that's off."
"It's off," she assured him in
his own language. His big hand
was warm, and a solid, substan
tial thing to hold to. She was
glad that he liked her so well. It
was safe and comfortable to
know that.
"Good words!" he approved.
"Molly, you're a lady." He still
held her hand. He squared his
shoulders with sudden defiance.
He kissed it! "Back to Marley's,
Billy!" he directed, and closed
the door of the limousine.
Billy pulled away from the
porch. She waved her hand at
Sledge as they' made the turn.
There was a new droop to his
shoulders as he stood there on
the stately big porch, all tlone,
in his black Prince Albeit, with
a red rose in his buttonhole, and
his silk hat in his hand.
Around the corner of the house
there painfully limped a once
white bull terrier, with one eye
gone and both ears chewed to rib
bons. Slowly, tortuously, he
wabbled jerkily along the path
and up the steps, and nibbed his
battered old head against Sledge's
leg.
Molly tapped half hysterically
on the window in front of her,
and fumbled frantically to get It
open.
"Drive back!" she called. "I
want to see Bob!"
CHAPTER XVII.
The Consolidation.
Bob looked up at her with a
distinct grin as she alighted, and
when she stooped swiftly down
and put her arm about his neck,
he laid his head against her knee
and whined.
"He's crazy about you," said
Sledge, looking down at them
both with hungry affection.
(iov. Wavers former butler, a
graiy-haired Englishman of tor
turing dignity, came out on the
porch.
"I beg your pardon, sir," he
said to Sledge.
Sledge turned and looked him
over with disfavor. "Well?" he
grunted.
"Mr. Reeler Is telephoning, sir.
He wishes to know if Miss Mar
ley is here."
"Come on, Molly," invited
Sledge, "We'll tell him." Then
went into the library.
He picked up the telephone.
"Hello. Tommy. Yes, you bet she's
here. No, nothln' doln'! Molly
wins. Sure! Here, Molly."
Molly took the telephone, but
instead of the full voice of Tom
my she heard the eager one of
Fern.
"Are yon married yet, Molly?"
Fern wanted to know.
"Not yet," laughed Molly.
"I dldft'i tttnk you would un
til Tommy and I got out there,"
she chattered. "Oh, Molly, isn't
it Just great?"
"Just what do you mean In bo
great?" Inquired Molly.
"Oh. everything. Walt a min
ute. There waß a pause, and then
there was a great change In the
voice of Fern. "Tell me it Isn't
bo, Molly. Tommy gays you're
not going to marry Sledge."
"Did you really expect me to?"
asked Molly, curloiißly.
"Why. of course I did!" de
clared Fern. "You're crazy in
love with him! You always have
been. Now, haven't you?"
"Have I?" wondered " Molly,
clawd. and thinking It over.
"Of course you have," Insisted
Fern. "You've been dippy Hh.ut
him ever since he sent out that
first wagon load of red roses,
only you're too stubborn to say
so. I'm so disappointed I can't
see. Molly!"
"Why?"
"It was so romantic. Tommy*
been telling me all about It. Tom
my'H already got the county clerk
l>y phone, at his home, and he's
gone over to the court house to
get a blank marriage license.
He's probably on the way out
there now, to have you fill It Id
at the house, and Judge Blake Is
with him to perform the cere
mony. 1 was going to bring out
your father in my car, and Tom
my."
"Bring Jessie," begged Molly.
"Anybody else?" asked Fern,
Quivering with eagerness. "You
can't have Bert, you know. He's
gone. He's hustled down to the
police station to have Sledge ar
rested."
Both the girls laughed hilar
itiosly at that absurd idea, while
Sledge stood in a dumb trance.
"We'll hide him," giggled Mol
ly, "If we can find any place
big enough. I don't want Judge
Blake, Kern. Has Or. Templeton
gone?"
"Yes, but we can get him
again," shrilled Kern. "Say. Mol
ly, Jessie tells me she's fraid she
won't dare come. Sledge, you
know."
"You tell Jessie it's all right,"
directed Molly. "Mr. Sledge Is
going to take father's company
NOT SO MUCH FUN BEING
COPS AS THEY'D THOUGHT
Five Tacoma business man,
members of the committee jt :JOO
from the Commercial clti i who
volunteered this week <o act as
guards on the waterfrout to aid
the police during strike trouble,
came to the conclusion today that
there are many other lobs more
pleasant than those of policeman.
They served all night is special
cops, and were glad this noralßf
to go home to their comfortable
beds.
Early last evening a telephone
call came to police headquarters
Armstrong
Can Leave
His Fort
'If Mr. Armstrong wauts to
come up town, or leave his mill
for any purpose, I will gladly of
fer to art as personal escort and
promise him absolute safety.''
This was the reply of August
Seltz, secretary of the Tacoina
longshoremen's union, today, to
the statement of J. D. Armstrong,
manager for the Sperry Flour
Co., that he fears he will he kill
ed if he leaves his plant.
Armstrong has remainel in nn
office on the second floor of his
flour mill since Monday, sur
rounded by rifles. Last night he
descended to the main floor, sur
rounded by guards, for the first
time since Monday's riot.
"We have absolutely no rea
son to attack Mr. Armstrong,' 1
said Seitz. "We do not wish to
attack anybody."
lilke a Fortress.
The Sperry plant this week Is
more of a fortress than a flour
mill. Every employe *s armed.
Some carry revolvers, other 3 have
clubs, and a few are protected by
long knives and dirks.
Practically all employes remain
at the mill constantly, under
Armstrong's orders, eating their
meals in an impromptu dini.ig
room, where cooks und waiter.-:
have been installed.
Each day sees the arival of &•*-
Cral auto loads of wives and fam
ilies of the workmen, bringing
dainties, and clothing to the men
inside.
Friday afternoon on© of the
clerks of the mill walked Into the
mill yard, in plain sight of pickets
with a .38 six-shooter revolver
strapped about his wals*. and a
cartridge belt, filled with lon*
shells, slung over one ahoiildm*.
Police guards immediately order
ed Ul'.n to cci.ceal the wo.i^ou.
Cops tiet MeHIN.
T'tltce officers on duty at the
plant, numbering 40 or 50 to a
shift, are fed at the mill's dining
room. Several remain Inside the
plant at night.
Manager Armstrong directs the
protection work from a small win
dow in his second story room. It
is impossible for outsiders to soo
him without passing examination
and a esarch for weapons by
guards stationed at all r!oors to
the plant. V
"In my estimation, th^r- is no
need whatever for Mr. Armstrong
to take these precautions," said
Commissioner Pettit todny.
PANTAGES
Tlinlero'fl Dogft and I'onlea
Bojer's Petticoat Minittrels
('has. Scmi.ii—Mae Curtis
"The Iron Claw," Chapter It
Three Other Big Acta
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B«ckl«y—■Orertnyer's
Round Trip «1.SO; Single Sse
Into the colsolldatlon, and that
will make everybody's stock
worth 9100 a share tomorrow
morning." Bbc turned from the
telephone a minute. "Say, Ben
ny," she addressed Sledge, mis
chievously, sliding her dlsengag-
$100,000
FOR A BOY!
"Cheap at half the price," said Banker Staplcton.
Duvall had different plans, however.
Stapleton was the boy's father. Dnvall was a de
tective called into the ease soon after the boy was
kidnaped. Stapleton was willing to pay the ransom,
Hut Duvall found a piece of gold-tipped cigarct.
And that made a difference.
In fact, if not»#or that cigaret, maybe we'd never
have the story of ''The Blue Lights, "appearing next,
week in The Times. The novel begins Monday and
ends Saturday,
from the Puget Sound LmlMf
Co.
The lumber company ilocl.ired
it feared longshoremen nlgdt «.i) -
namite barges of fumbor wh'.fh
were being loaded with uon-uniou
crews.
There was not an available of
ficer at the central staiio'i. So
police officials immediately t»g*B
calling for the 200 volunteer o is
iness men.
They succeeded in persuariin^
three of the Commercial dub
members to art as guards.
They were taken in v police
auto to the Puget Sound mil, in.i
told to guard the plant against
invaders. They were armed with
clubs and revolvers.
At iniilmciii nun of the
three special i>nur<l> tele
phoned police 111-;,ll(|i|.u:ils.
"Say, lt\ awfully lonely
down here," lie complained.
"Can't yon wend some more
men down to keep us com
pany?"
The police tried again to rouse
interest among the remaining
197 volunteers. They found two
more who were willing 'o serve.
These two were taken down to
augment the three guards.
About 3 o'clock this morning
one of the men telephoned to po
lice headquarters.
"There isn't a thing dolnaj down
here, and no possible danger, he
reported. "We've decided that we
might as well go home. There
isn't a thing to be afraid of. Wo
haven't seen a longshoreman all
night."
Police Capt. Wiley was on the
other end of the phone.
"You men are now regular po
lice officers, and you are wonting
12-hour shifts, just the same as
other policemen," he replied.
"You stick down there until
you are relieved."
And the five business men
shivered in the damp dawn until
6 o'clock, when other officers
came to take their places.
Police headquarters refused ut
terly to give out the names of the
- AGENCY HUDSON,
PACKARD TOURING CARS AND TRUCKS
PACIFIC CAR CO.
No. 2nd and Q. Main 1320.
(Paid Advertisement)
E.B.BROCKWAY
Anonunces His Candidacy for
Judge of the
Superior Court
Subject"to Non-Partisan Judicial Primaries,
Sept. 12,1916.
PANTAGES SjjEl
BEGINNING MONDAY MATIXKK
BEVKN lilill 1.1 \\T AND NOVEL FHATI HKB
SEASON'S MUSICAL SENSATION
La Scala Sextette
EUROPEAN GRAND OPERA ARTISTS
HARRY BREEN—"The King of Nonsense"
FIVR FLORIMONDB VKNKTIAN KOIR
Novelty ArtlM* Harmony Quartet
MAY A BILLY t Mill Howard, Jolinxon & Lizette
Hones and Ooutedy VerMtllo Comedtana
Episode No. IS, "The Iron Claw." l»anta«cs Concert Ortlientra.
Saturday, July 1,1916.
Ed band affectionately upon bit
shoulder, "would you object to
having Dr. TMapleton marry u«?"
That preacher that soaked iin^
in the neckT" queried Sledge.
"Gee, no!" j
THE END.
five business men today.
Other guards will be on hand,
it was announced, to .a'i.ihl the
Puget Sound mill tonight.
EVANS OUT
FOR JUDGE
AND 'PEP'
Police Judge OuWltt M. Evans,
for two years magistrate of the
municipal court, and for several
terms a justice of the peace In
Tacoma, today announced nltn
self as a candidate for the su
perior court at the fall elections
Evans promises to Inject a lit
tle "pep" Into the higher court by
expediting the trial of ul cases,
and handing down speedy decis
ions.
"There is no need for the cus
tomary delay in trying superior
court cases," he declared ioday.
"All that any candidate for the
superior bench can promise is a
common-sense interpretation of
the laws, and justice to all. I
most certainly will promise theie,
together with a speeding up of
the wheels of justice whenever it
Is possible."
Army of 25,000 national
guardsmen assembling nefir Fo.-t
Bliss, to stretch from El P.ibo to
Columbus. They will gradually
take up patrol duty, releasing
6,not) regulars who cad jojiii
Pershing's force in Mexico.
Col. Roland Hartley, repub
lican candidate for nomination
as governor, will not allow
union label on his campaign
printed matter, announced at
headquarters in Seattle today.
Twenty-four vessels loading or
discharging at Seattle today, in
■ piii- of longshoremen's strike.