Evening Star Newspaper, April 5, 1921, Page 23

} FEATURE PAGE:’ (Copyright, 1921, by the REG.U.S. PATENT OFFICE International Syndicate.) “BABY"™ MEMBER OF CONGRESS CALLED “WHIP." BUT HE ¢ WASHINGTON. Pals of the J. C..T.: Well, here's one on me. The other day I read in the paper about the “whip” in the Senate and the House, and when I got a let- ter from Fred Head, at North Pel ham, N. Y., asking me to write som thing about the Senate, I said to m: self 1 will find out about the “whip, and write to Fred and other J. T. C. members about it. I could not figure out t they would be doing with a “whip” in Congress. 5 The “whip”-is not a “whip” at all, but that is what they call the man who leads either political party. But before I found that out I met Clarence J. McLeod of Detroit, who is called the “baby” member of the House an had been made the “assistant whip. There was a wooden horse on the Capitol steps that had been left.from the inanguration, and I said to Mr. M “let me see that whip I read about, for I want to use it on this horse & minute.” He laughed and said T would mot hurt the horse much if 1 used the kind of whip he meant, and then he explained to me that he been honored of his . - M gress just old 'enough to hold such an office under the ‘law. Now who knows how young you «can be and be a member of Congress? There !s something for you to look up. The Senate is a very dignified body, so they.say. I.don’t know, because NEVER HAS ONE. . ) The Travelog Boy asks Clarence J. YcLeod, the “baby” member of Con- gress, for the “whip of the House,” and meets with a big surprise. the day I was there there were only six or seven senators in their chairs, and they were dignified, for a man was reading something which I could not understand. You see there are two houses in Congress, the Senate and the House of Representatives. There are two senators from each state, but there is a representative for every so many people. So you see the states with most people have the most folks in Congress. 1 guess the senators must all be older than the representatives, for they have a subway for the senators to ride in from their offices over on the corner. This runs right up to the door of an 'elevator in the Capitol building. I wish I could have one of the cars to play with, for it runs on one rail and seats about half a dozen. ‘There are famous pictures in many places in the rooms_ around the Sen- ate and.the House that tell American history. One of the most interesting things I found out was that they in- tended once to bury George Washing- ton right in the center of the Capitol ‘building. ¢ It must be a lot of fun to be a page in the Senate. It does not seem to me. the boys had much work to do. ‘but then-as I say there were not many senators in the Senate the day I was there. Every school ought to play being in Congress anfl have debates about questions. Tt is a lot of fun. RUSSELL BURKE, “The Travelog Boy. [T TE STORIE: JorBEDTIME Buster Bear’s Twins. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. Deubled joys mean doubled cares; At least, it's so with baby bears. Everybody-in the Green Forest and on the Green Meadows, in the Old Orchard and around the Smiling Pool knew that Buster and Mrs. Bear had twins. News like that travels fast and Peter Rabbit had wasted no time in starting it gding. once he was safely home in the dear Old Briar- pateh. = At first no one believed him, for you know Mrs. Bear had kept her s cret well. But when Old Granny Fox g0 *THEY ARE COWARDS. THEY ARE THE WORST COWARDS I EVER HAVE SEEN,” DECLARED CHAT- TERER. said that for her part she didn’t doubt it in the least, because she had heard them crying under the great windfall the day«that Mrs. -Bear had chased Farmer Brown's Boy up a tree and so had found out Mrs. Bear's secret, others began to believe. And when Sammy Jay reported that he had seen them there was no longer any doubt. Few could spare the time to go over to the great windfall in the Green Forest, but those who could went as near as they dared for a peek at those twins. Once having seen them, it was hard work to keep away from there, for two funuier or live- lier babies the Green Forest had never known. Having once discovered that there was a Great World outside that wind- fall there was no keeping them in. Mrs. Bear would no sooner be out of sight than out they would come to stare in_round-eyed wonder at every- thing about them. But they never went more than a few steps from the entrance to the old windfall. and the scampered back under it at the least unexpected noise. Chatterer the Red Squirrel, Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow had great fun frightening those twins, just to see them run. One was black, just like his father, Buster Bear. The other was brown, Just like her mother. There was now no longer a doubt in any one's mind that there could be a brown Black Hear. They were almost the same #size, and but for the color of their «outs looked just alike. The one with the black coat was named Boxer and Lis sister was named Woof-Woof. Aud they were 0 small that at first no one was afraid of them, especially after it was discovered how quickly they ran and hid at the least unex- prctad sonnd, \ - re cownrds. They are the worst cowards | ever have seen,” de- €lared Chatterer, - quite overlooking They 5 | the fact tnat_ the. twins were oniy babies. “Wait untfl they get a little big- ger; they may make you swallow your words,” retorted Sammy Jay wisely. “Pooh!” . sneered Chatterer. “Tll never be afraid of them. One of these days TI'll.give them such a scare that they’ll never get-over it. We don't want them here in the Green Forest, anyway. It was bad enough to have Buster Bear bring Mrs. Bear here. Unless those young Bears are driven out, they are likely to make a lot of trouble one of these days.” “You said something then, Chat- terer.” piped up a squealyy little voice. It was the voice of hitefoot the ‘Wood Mouse. “I feel it in my bones that they are going to make a lot of trouble for me, and goodness knows I have troubles enough, as it is” “Then why don’'t you move? You don’t have to stay if you don't like it here” said Sammy Jay. “But I do like it here,” protested ‘Whitefoot. “Besides, I have a family and I simply must stay. I don’t see what Buster and Mrs. Bear wanted to have twins for. One would have been one too many.” ‘Whitefoot was so earmest about it that everybody laughed. But White- foot dilin’t laugh. He was too wor- ried. Buster Bears twins meant trouble, and plenty of it, for White- foot the Wood Mouse. (Copyright, 1921, by T. W. Burgess.) osed once and ~ thrown away A new, fresh Lily ‘Glass’ for Watch folks smile when they see their sodas served in clean, appetizing Lily paper every soda! “‘Glasses.’ PURITY SPECIALTIES co., Charfes L. Huff, Owner and Manager Denckla Bldg., Philadelphi THE EVENING Bull-Dog Drummond STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, TUESDAY, APRIL 5, . BY CYRIL McNEILE (*‘Sapper™) A Novel of Mystery, Love and Adventure. (Oopyright, 1921, by Geerge H. Doran Co.) (Continued From Yesterday's Star.) The girl fell silent, and Drummond stared at the orchestra with troubled eyes. Things seemed to be rather deeper than he had anticipated. “Then there was another case.” She was speaking again. “Do you re- member that man who was found dead in a railway carriage at Oxhey station. He was an Italian—Giuseppe by name; and the jury brought in a verdict of death from natural causes. | A month before he had an interview | our house: because the Italian, being | a stranger, came to the wrong place, | and Lakington happened to be with | us at the time. The interview fin- | ished with a fearful quarrel.” She turned to Drummond with a slight smile. “Not much evidence, is there? Only I know that Lakington mur- dered him. 1 _know it. Yow may think I'm fanciful—imagining 2hings; you may think I'm exaggerating. I don't mind if you do—because you won't for long.” Drummond did not answer imme- diately. Against his saner judgment he was beginning to be profoundly | impressed. and, at the moment. he did not quite know what to say. That the girl herself firmly believed in what she was telling him, he was certain; the point was how much of it was— as she herself expressed it—fanciful imagination. “What about this other man?" asked at length. “I can tell vou very little about him.” she answered. “He came to the Elms—that is_the name of Lak- ington's house—three morfths ago. He is about medium height and rather thick-set: clean shaven, with thiok brown haiz flecked slightly with white. His forehead is broad, and his eves are a sort of cold gray-blue. But it's his hands that terrify me. They're large and white and utterly ruthle She turned to him ap- pealingly. “Oh! don’t think I'm talk- ing 4eildly.” she implored. “He fright- ens me to death—that man: far. far worse than Lakington. He would stop at nothing to gain his ends, and even Lakington himself knows that Mr. Peterson is his master.” “Peterson!” murmured Drummond. “It seems quite a sound old English name.” The wirl laughed scornfully. “Oh! the name is sound enough. if it was his real one. As it is, it's about as real as his daughter.” “There is a lady in the case, then?" “By the nmame of Irma.’ said the girl, briefly. “She lies on a sofa in the garden and yawns. She's no more English than that waiter.” A faint smile flickered over her companion’s face: he had formed a fairly vivid mental picture of Irma. Then he grew serious again. “And what is it that makes you think there's mischief ahead?” he asked abruptly. The girl shrugged her shoulders. “What the novelists call feminine intuition, T suppose.” she answered he “That—and my father. She said the last words very low. “He hardly ever sleeps at night now: I hear him pacing up and down his room— hour after hour, hour after hou Oh! it makes me mad. ®* * * Don't you understand? Tve just go: to find out what the trouble is. I've got to get him away from those devils. before he breaks down com- pletely.” Drummond . nodded, and looked away. The tears were bright in her eyes, and, like every Englishman. he detested a scene. While she had been speaking he had made up his mind what course to take, and now, having outsat everybody else. he de- cided that it was time for the inter- view to cease. Already an early diner was having a cocktail, while Laking- ton might return at any moment. And if there was anything in what she had told him, it struck him. that it would be as well for that gentle- man not to find them still together. “T think,” he said. “we’d better go. My address is 60A Half Moon_street; my telephone 1234 Mayfair. If any- thing happens, if ever you want me— at any hour of the day or night— ring me up or write. If I'm not in Jeave a message with my servant, Denny. He is absolutely reliable. The only other thing is your own address.” “The Larches, near Godalming.™ answered the girl, as they moved toward the door. “Oh! If you only knew the glorious relief of feeling one's got some one to turn to * ¢ ¢ She looked at him with shining eyes, nd Drummond felt his pulse quicken juddenly. Imagination or not, so far as her fears were concerned, the girl was one of the loveliest things he had ever seen. ‘“May drop you answhere?’ he asked, ah they stood on the pave- ment. but she shook her head. “No, thank vou. I'll go in that tax She gave the man an ad- dress and stepped in, while Hugh stood bareheaded by the door. “Don’t forget,” he said, earnestly. “Any time of the day or.night. And while I think of it—we're old friends. In case 1 come and stay, you see. She thought for a ment and m, then nodded her head. “All right,” she answered. “We've met a lot in London during the war.” With a grinding of gear wheels the taxi drove off, leaving Hugh with a vivid picture imprinted op his mind of blue eyes and white teeth nd a skin like the bloom of a sun- issed peach. For a moment or across to his own car. 1y to himself. an elaborate hoax? even now chuckling his gullibility? only just ch ag,opponent. & extent of the jest. * ® ¢ two he stood staring after it, and then he walked With his mind still full of the interview, drove slowly along Piccadilly, while every now and then he smiled grim- Was the whole thing Was the girl to herself at If so, the game had begun, and he had no ob- = aki Thic ace in | jection to a few more rounds with with Lakington which took plac e ade with the Curlfon could hardly be the full | And som how deep down in his mind he dered whefher it was & Joke— eye, addressed to him in an unknown handwriting. Mechanically he picked it up and opened it. Inside was a single half-sheet of note paper, on which a few lines had been written in a small, neat hand. ‘“There are more things in heaven and earth, young man, than a capa- | bility for eating steak and onions, and a desire for adventure. 1 imagine that you possess both, and they are useful assets in the second locality mentioned by the poet. In heaven, however, one never knows—especial- ly with regard to the onions. Be careful.” Drummond stood motionless for a moment, with narrowed eyes. Then he leaned forward and’ pressed the bell.. “Who brought this note, James? he said, quietly, as his servant came into the room. ~ “A small boy, sir. Said I was to be sure and see you got it most He uniocked a cupboard ndow and produced a he tantalus. Vhisky, sir, or cock- tail?” “Whisky, T think, James.” Hugh carefully folded the sheet of paper and placed it in his pocket. And his face as he took the drink from his man would have left .no doubt in an onlooker’s mind a8 to why. in the past, he had earned the name whether, by some freak of fate, he | of “Bull-dog” Drummond. had stumbled on one of those strange | mysteries which up to date he had CHAPTER II. regarded existing only in the! realms of shilling shockers 1 He turned into his rooms and| . - ) stood in front of the mantelpiece, T almost think, James, that J, taking off his gloves. It was as he fcould toy with another kidnev.” was about to lay them down on the | Drummond looked across the tabie table that an envelope caught his'at his servant, who was carefull 1921. arranging two or three dozen letters in groups. “Do you think it will cause a complete breakdown in the culinary arrangements? I've got a Journey in front of me today and I require a large breakfast.” James Denny supplied the de- ficiency from a dish that was stand- ing on an electric heater. “Are you going for long, sir?” he ventured. “I don’t know, James. ‘It all ge- pends on circumstances. Which, when you come to think of it, is un- doubtedly ome of the most fatuous) phrases in the English language. Is there anything in the world that doesn't depend on circumstances?” “Will you be motoring, sir, or go- ing by “train?" asked James, pro- saically. Dialectical arguments did not appeal to him. “By car,” answered Drummond. “Pyjamas and a toothbrush.” | joAou won't take evening clothes. | sir? “No. I want my visit to appear unpremeditated, James, and if one goes about completely encased in boiled shirts, while pretending to be merely out for the afternoon. people have doubts as to one's intellect.” | James digested this great thought | in_silence. “Will you be going far. sir?" he asked at length. pouring out a sec- ond éup of coffee. “To Godalming. A charming spot, | T believe. though I've mever been | there. Charming inhabitants. too, | James. The lady T met yvesterday at the Carlton lives at Godalming." “Indeed, sir,’ murmured James non-committally. “You dsmned old hum laughed itch- | was also at ing to know all about it. I had a very long and interesting talk with her. and ome of two things emerges quite clearly from our conversation. Bither, James, I am a congenital idiot. and don’'t know enough to come in out of the raim, or we've hit the goods. That is what 1 propose to find out by my Jittle excursion. Either our legs, my friend, are being pulled till they will never resume their normal shape, or that adver- tisement has succeeded bevond our wildest dreams." ‘There are a lot more answers in this morning, sir.” Denny made a movement toward the letters he had been sorting. “Ome from a lovely widow with two children.” “Lovely!” cried Drummond. “How forward of her'” He glanced at the letter and smiled. “Care. James, and accuracy are . essential in a secre- tary. The misguided woman calls herself lonely. not lovely. She will remayg 8o. us far as I am concerned, until Yhe other matter is settled ™ 5y it take long. sir, do you think? “To get it settled?" Drummond lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. “Listen, James, and 1 will outline the case. The maiden lives at a house called the Larches, mear Godalming, with her papa. Not far away is another house called the Elms, owned by a gentleman of the name of Henry Lakington—a nasty man, Jamés. with a nasty face—who the Carlton yesterday e e SRR R Mok I B o A ARt afternoon for a short time. And now we come to the point. Miss Benton—that is the lady's name— accuses Mr. Lakington of being the complet al line in the crimin FEATURE PAGE.’ Low—High More Power — More Miles om eack Gallon of Gasoline BEFORE Bowser Piston-Type Measuring Pumps created a new standard for gasoline service,automobiles were supplied with fuel from tin cans. Follow the arrows and see how the gaso- to the discharge. The wateg, being heavier, is whirled ‘away from:the center and trapped below. It is then forced out through the central pipe to the water outlet. 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