Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, November 22, 1922, Page 8

Triumphs oF 4 M.Jonquelle \ ° by Mevviiiz Davisson Post “THE LAUGHTER Begin Here Today. 1 s driven back. M. JONQUELLE, greatest of French } Ar © whole evil O-tectives is this story of t ng through fove affair’ of a great F —the only romantic epix je of the world a tragio death @ bri Riding through the streets he waa sud OWT horse % oh him to her hor —during the served sign tives. But he said r they entered the girl's 1! to tak CHE table It was enclosing membered ¢ a marked come to hi a hill fight war and the corresponde ing all every He belw hands, trying t years ago th lfetime, ar on the t Immediately th a teatray. Sh servant ineider back gentiy » down. puld 1 the house but she was not She was flushed and st disturbed. ing THE HEAVY WHIP LASHED HIM her ve and she cofn up?” and he {indicated the house‘op. e dimples. | with esture oI In the man { 8 inted out the way, her thought passed on his arm, now with a firm this s the sleeve. mear p by step as oo oa nfan. felt this But his mind was tn shotier quar rivechier he ter. Did she « him? His browr soldier hair was sho’ ut s hardly any brov n had been cunningly, the English regiments, | the poonle, to Sudcenty were ut the mercy crowds of pieces. Tt was a letter ,written to the hero ~—a sheet from an old blue-ruled copy book, the words painfully printed the letters uneven “1 * always a He head taller than the rest. met > lost lookea “] called them “‘are-ah’ and ‘double: southw toward she citadel ah!” she said. *“They. were harder oF ep there leaped up a le to make than the others.” ae a Seve: fuses Then she gave his arm a litte) wer, the native Sh s-over to Islam is here and there “Isn't the postscript heav He thought the fingers were on} his heart. He could ‘hardly read the} scent-in perfect @im-printed line. | man stood mationless, ex “And if you come over and lick the » tense, his taco like ir < _of England were slipping of ‘Yankees; I will love you more better.” ‘He felt himself going weak all over. This was the only love-letter that any woman had ever written him. He had got inuumerable le ters pretending to be, but this was the only one. And here it was an April flower firm hand down Then a cool, own, H on: lookes& thing. ur who stood beside him, reaching him in winter. Here was ithe, and beautiful south, dimpled and red-mouthed, pull:|dark ‘hair banked around her ioe at him, a cool finger crooked|He noted every detail of her around his heart, long lashes, her» exquisite 1 He felt that he capable of the most mysterious, tho t ny fo at he sald imy in the world “Tt is charming.” t her up in his arms and kissed He wished to ask-for the letter, | her that he might keep it always, but he ‘As thei: lips met, the gifl's arms et aot knew how to put it, He was|‘vent out arourd film. Her warm trying to think of some way, when body seemed to melt into his own, suddenly, e direction of the cita-| 40 becom a Gel, a gut boomed. He had been|Nerve, af ever, folding the letter up, tu s it in of h, sh and her v to think how to|! with: Kisses, seemed to m in his heart | I shall be with 30u y love: came an ugly cropper, Sir} y,"" sald the big surgeon; ‘‘been | nscious until we got the bone! Imm alarmed Brey ths looked about him, 11 unlocked nglish hospital. An or ig to: arranging some article: ne surgeon was smi ‘An Arab, in a white burnoo: pushnig the gate gently open. He was stooning over, @agger bayonet of a German ri . which he had just cross a chair. The an in it caught the and carried’ the his lean, brown hand. Behind him eye. was the picture, In a black face and a blue caftan after |Wcrn-out middle life, of that wonder. ful woman whom he hid met had that. It {s the strength of England in the east to act first and masterful- ly. The man knew what this furtive entering meant, what the boom of the gun meanjt, and he hesitated no fraction of a moment. Keep insid he said, and he went out of the room and down the/ steps. In the ha stant, as for a weapon. loved while the plate of broken bone pressed on his brain. She had diet sitting in the window of the Enf®ush hotel st sunset And all at once he realize? that from that hour, from the moment the horse fell in the wet street, every in ent und detail—the girl, the’ ris- viole the splendid love nad been figments of ing. Jidyl of his life- he lookea about an in- There was thé farey! none, but on a rack by the door with| And vaguely, as from a ¢ crops and walking sticks, there was he heard the big sur thes a long pi "Reautiful tion. Sir Henry. ed les t down as he| We shall have you in the saddle at Khartoun in a fortnight.” in great Another thrilling adventure of M.- Jonquelle, “The Woman on the Ter- race,” will begin tomorrow. passed. 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Better than a mustard plaster ea, Cee ee § els rys% terme wrecy aras »\ NOV BL] peer STE > “They Came, They Saw, They Bought” “If people bought your goods, they must have seen them. “If they saw them they must haye come into your store. “If they store— came Into. your “They must have read your ads in the ‘Christmas Gift Sug- gestio column of this news- pap: alphabetical classified section.” That's the way a good many Christmas stories will run this year. There are dozens of folks right here in town who are eager to make a trade with you —whether you have something to buy or sell, or are looking for employment. Everybody reads the Want Ads, 50 put one in yourself and you will find the people you want—and they'll find you, too!” You can't beat the Tribune for results and there's always & Yreason—our circulation ex- ceeds any Wyoming paper, Phone 15 or 16