Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, December 3, 1925, Page 3

KNOW NOTHING, FEAR NOTHING “{ hate thorns! grunted Growly the Bear ‘to his boy friend, Peter. “But on.that day long ago when I followed my nose I did not let them stop-ime, Head first 1 crashed {nto a berry bush, through briars, tangles und all, and got my. eyes well pricked for it too. But to find out what the strange sweet odor was that 1 smelied made mebrare the pain, And through the berry bush TI hed my way into a clearing by the side of a woods. “'Umph, "Umph!"’ myself. ‘New regions to explore! Lots und lots of trees, too. What fun! Never cam tell what may be waiting just around each-trunk!” “A little shiver ran down my spine. Now. my nose always begins to twitch’ when IT am terribly excited about anything, and {t- was twitch- grunted I to ing then. so of course I thought the sume thing that sent the twitch jad sent the shiver, too. In a sec- ond, though, T began to feel queer. The bristles on my back were rising just -as they did when the wind whispered that Wild Cat was a-hunt- Yet I saw not a thing to be id of, Nor did I hear a sound. As for my feet—well, my feet were bound to run. T turned tail and shuffled back toward the briars, through which I had just come. Then I right-about-faced, “‘Hubh! I was so mad at m: and my feet that I snorted. Growley, a great gtown yearling, be. jug carried off by my feet when I don't want to go! And what for?” “Just at that moment I caught an- THURSDAY, DECEMBER 3, 1925 Che Casper Oaily Cribune SMITH | VINCENT. known that it was that odor that| B ‘TREASURE SEEKER DISCOVERS PAGE THREE up and cook together ten m Into add no Pour stand over strained tomato, one stalk celery,, one HOME OF PREHISTORIC RAGE QUINCY, Il, Dec. 3.—“7)— ec 1 the rir vations in Pike county, } appearance been ta . MENU HINT miles from the Mi have |in with » to Burehara Breakfast unearthed what may be the remains} At the si M level, 52 feet Cereal Top Milk | of an ancient civilization. © R. D.| below the ori surface, what Mr. | Grapefruit Cocoa urchard, of St. Louis stumbled on hard believes was the ficor of Clanamon Rolls bad made my bristles rise and-my | the find quite by wecldent, when In ancient city! Dinner feet want to fun. “My nose had| vestigating un old Indian legend of | ——— Mock Chicken with Brown Gravy caught the scent of thai creature} burled treasure. | e Mashed Potatoes that a Bear fears:more than any-| ' turchned hon staked is’life wav. LA BARGE-EVANS TON iL Cranberry Sauce ¢ .. Tomato Salad thing else In the world—a Two Li Inge on gba. helleritat bein on, the Improved Pumpkin, Ple or ow. a! wise old Bear would have | verge of a discovery which will wtag | 7 Brown Betty turned back, but not a Cub. So 1 \\ e { eS ee 0G TANGLES ANO. act kept right on. And, wovld you be- Neve it, all the way across that clearing I kept growling to keep up my courage, for with every step that smell kept growing stronger and Growly chuckled at the recollection. “And you can believe, Boy, I didn’t other whiff of that delicious eweet odor. “‘T am going into that woods {¢ {t takes a paw,” grunted I, growling to keep up my courage, for I was, <cared, although I didn’t know why. f{ hadn't gone far ‘before the sweet Bmell got mixed up with something else—another odor, strange, terrible. Oh, how I hated it! And if I had been older and wiser I would have dash into those woods in any hurry. I paddy-pawed around the edge for a while. Then I advanced as far as the second row of trees ard nosed about in the leaves. I found a few tender roots'and a bit of tralling ar- butus that the sun, stealing through the tree tops; had fooled into think- ing it was really spring. Nothing happened, so I grew bolder and stronger and I kept getting scarier." | t Walked deeper into the woods. Next: On the Run! SIXTEEN, Noble gave his head a vicious shake, suspecting that he was drunk, and afraid that he wasn't. Stunned by the surprise of coming upon such a scene, and befuddled by the liquor in his stomach, he stood staring at the pair seated below him. Damn! Right before his eyes! Laurel with her head resting upon David Gaines’ shoulder, and one hand clasped in the youth's fingers. As one hypno- tized, Noble watched Gains run his hand caressingly back and forth Laurel's forehead. The intensity of his gaze acted upon Gaines’ intuition and caused the youth to turn, startled. “Mr. Harwood... Er. ... I'm afraid your wife {s ill.” As he spoke Laurel, as if suddenly awakened, turned her head wearily toward her husband, then held out a hand to him. “I'm so sick, Noble.” There was helplessness in her glance. Her husband hesitated no longer but stepped forward and pulled her up to her feet. Glaring at Gaines, he exclaimed: “Why didn’t you call! for someone, you idiot! Here, take the other arm.” He led the way down the stairs and toward the state- room, They half carried, half dragged Laurel until Noble halted, picked he up like a child, and carried her unaided- “Call. Dr. Warner,” he said sharply to Gaines, who was fol- lowing them. Laying her prone upon the bed, he loosened her clothing, and began to fan her: Laurel looked at him through feverish eyes, and spoke weakly: “You shouldn’t have been so rude to Mr. Gaines, dear. I fainted I think, and he was just exclted—.” “J guess so! Never mind about that pup. Be quict.” She was moaning softly when Dr. Warner came, followed by Gaines, Noble waved the doctor toward the bed and faced + who was standing in the y,. looking disturbed. ‘Thank you, Seasick persons have to be Noble's tone was bruskly relaxed. apologetic, “I—err hope Gaines replied, ‘beginning to regain possession of himself. she gets better,” “Yes, yes." Noble turned. away. Dr. Warner came to meet him with a professional smile. “Just a touch of mal-de-mer,” said the physicion. I'll give her a seda- tive and she'll e comfortable, 1 think. Needs to be quiet a while, that’s all.” . Not a good sailor,” Noble laughed, feeling called upon to say somethirtz. “The water {c getting rather chop. py and I don't think the other la- dies are very comfortable, elther.”* When the physiclan had admin- istered the sedative, Noble followed him to the companion-way. “Thank you, Dr. Warne: “Don't mention it, I must say, Mr. Harwood, that you heve an un- commonly pretty wife.” Warmed, Noble smiled. “Natural- ly, I think so." He gave the physt- clan a parting slap on the shoulder, and walked out upon the deck, Ils legs. were unsteady now and he sought eupport at the railing. The experience had shaken him, and his mind was in a whirl. That damned pup, Gaines! He could not rid of the idea that Laure! was not too helpless to extract herself from such @ compromising position. He wondered {f anyone else had seen them there. Were they together when Laurel falnted? He remem- bered how. attentive the youth was to Laurel at the Buckmaster dinner, He had not thourht : bout it then... “Feeding the fishos?” Noble turned pin Driliwaent ate t Wingman, in trim | Drink Hilt Crest Water. Phone Lb. | uniform, resplendent with gold but- tons and braided cap, was smiling at him sympathetically. “Oh, no. ... I’m feeling‘all right - «+I was just ah, enjoying the mo- tion of the ship under my feet, and the view of the shore lights.” “I’m glad you didn't call it a boat. My pet aversion is the person who calls everything that floats a boat.” Noble didn’t understand the: im- port of Wingman’s remark, he wasn't up on nautical distinctions. There was silence between them until he remarked, “Getting brisk, isn't it?” “I'm afraid I chose a bad evening —the sea is running too strong for landsmen. Out of deference to the ladies, I’m putting in.” Noble*was glad when his host pro- ceeded toward the bridge; he wanted to be alone. Captain Wingman set his guests ashore at the private wharf of the Oyster Sound Country “Club half an hour ‘later, Laurel revived as soon as she got her feet upon level ground, Charley Buckmaster led the way to the clubhouse pulling his wife along and growling, “Rotten sallors—what an awful bunch of rotten sailors.” “Now Charles," Mrs. Buckmaster said quietly. “The ladies couldn't saturate themselves with liquor un- til they were immune.” The others laughed, and Charley was quiet. The party took possession sof. one of the parlors, and Letty Alster be- gan to bang a plano. Two couples swung into a dance. © Laurel cuddled up close to Noble on a lounge. “I'm cold."” He'placed his arm around her. | “T love thisgown,” he sald, running his free hand over the material Laurel's hands dropped limply. to her side. “I'm glad I haye things now that you lil They sat ‘sllen others, Noble was think! with her head on David Gajnes’ shoulder. In Laurel's mind was a vision of the dark-eyed manne- quin who wore all of the dresses Noble selected; gowns worn by other mannequins he had passed up com- pletely. , “May I have this dance with you?” They looked up at Dayid Gaines. “I'm rather tired.’ Laurel suggested, She looked quickly toward her bus- band, Noble had not gotten up. like,” he sald, Laurel hesitated, then looked to- ward the other dancers and was !m- bued suddenly with energy. She got up and took Gaines’ hand. Damn! Noble's glaring eyes fol- lowed them out amidst the gyrating couples. His gaze did not miss a motion they made as he sat stif! watching the iz of Laure! resting “If you upright throughout the dance. As the impromptu planist paused mo- mentarily to Ught a clgareete, he leaped up and went to his wife, tak- ing her from Galnes by offering his arm. “We're hoarsely. He meant Central City, (To be continued). 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