Evening Star Newspaper, May 5, 1921, Page 29

FEATURE PAGE THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. 0, THURSDAY, MAY 5, 19°T. ' FEATURE Bull /A Novel of Mystery, (Copyright, 1921, by {Continued from Yesterday's Star.) CHAPTER XI. m Which Lakington Plays His Last “Coup.” - “Toby, I've got a sort of horrid feeling that the hunt is nearly over.” With a regretful sigh Hugh swung he car out of the sleeping town bt Godalming in the direction of idley Towers. Mile after mile ropped smoothly behind the power- ul two-seater, and still Drummond's yes wore a look of resigned sad- ess. “Very nearly over,” he remarked gain. “And then once more the edium of respectability positively “You'll be getting arried, old murmured Toby rnclalr. hope- a moment his prightened up. “True, O king.” he answered. *Tt ill ease the situation somewhat; at t. I suppose so. But think of it, oby: no Lakington, no Peterson— companion one amused.” ou're very certain, Hugh. feeling almost of wonder Sinclair lanced at the square-jawed. ugly side him. “There’s many a With old man,” Interrupted . “there’s only one cure for he proverb-quoting disease—a_dose f salts in the morning.” For a hile they raced on through the arm summer’s night in silence, and was not till they were Wwithin a fle of their destination that Sin- lair spoke again. “What are you going to do with hem, Hugh?" “Who—our Carl and little Henry?" Prummond grinned gently. “Why, I hink that Carl and I will part icably—unless, of course, he gives e any trouble. 'And as for Laking- we'll have to see about Laking- o The grin faded from his face s he spoke. “We'll have bout our little Henry,” he repeated oftly. “And I can't help feeling, 'oby. that between us we shall find method of ridding the earth of uch a thoroughly unpleasing fel- “You mean to kill him?" grunted he other non-committall; “Just that. and no more.” respond- d “Hugh. “Tomorrow morning as ver is. But he's going to get the hock of his young life before it appens.” He pulled the car up silently in he deep shadows of some trées, and (he two mén got out “Now, old boy. you take her back o the Elms. The ducal abode Is lose to—I remember in my extreme outh heing worse than passing sick v those bushes over there after a uvenile bun-worry. . #But_confound it all.” spluttered 'oby Sinclair. “Don't you want me 0 _help you?" “T do—by taking the buzz-box ck. This little show is my shout.” Sinels Grumbling disconsolately, r tepped back into the car. ‘*You make me tired.” he remarked eevishly. “T'll be ined if you et any wedding present out of me n fact” and he fired a Parthian hot at his leader. “you won't have ny wedding. I shall marry her my- elf For a moment or fwo H atching the car as it dimappeared own the road along which they had ust come, while his thoughts turned 0 the girl now mafely asle at in London. Another we aps a fortnight—but no mor: And_ he conviction th require much o come ‘round to his way of think- g—even if she hadn't arrived there Iready. And so delightful was he train of thought thus conjured p 4hat for a while Peterson and kington were forgotten. The rose- te dreams of the young about to ed have been known to act similar- ly before. Wherefors to the soldi instinc- ive second nature. trair in the ar and sharpened by his grim duel ith the gang, must be given the redit of preventing the ringing of e wedding bells being postponed for 0od. The sudden snap of a twig lose by, the sharp hiss of a com- ressed-air rifle. seemed simultaneous ith Hugh hurling himself flat on his behind a sheltering bush. In eality there was that fraction of a lecond between the actions which llowed the buFlet to pass harmlessly ver his hody tnstead of finishing his arces ihere @nd then. He heard it { stood k—per- Not ad a Phyllis pessuasion ” -Dog Drummond BY CYRIL McNEILE (“Sapper”™) to see | in his | Love and Adventure. George H. Doran Co.) | Bo zipping through the undergrowth las he lay motionless on the ground {then very cautiously he turned hi: | head and peered about. A man with an ordinary revolver'is at a disad- | vantage against some one armed with |a silent gun, especially when he is | not_desirous of alarming the neigh- | borhooa. | A shrub was shaking a few yards away. and on it Hugh fixed his half- {closed eyes. If he lay quite still | the m: whoever he was, would | probably assume the shot had taken effect. and come and investigate. Then-things would be easier, as two or three boches had discovered to their cost in days gone by. For two minutes he saw no one: then very slowly the branches parted and the white face of a man peered through. It was the ¢hauffeur who usually drove the Rolls Royce. and he seemed unduly anxious/to satisfy himself that all was well before com- ing nearer. The fame of Hugh Drum- mond had spread among the satellites of Peterson. At last he seemed to make up his mind, and came out into the open. Step by step he advanced toward the motionless fisure, his weapon held in readiness to shoot at the faintest movement. But the soldier lay sprawling and inert, and by the time the chauffeur had reached hfm there { was no doubt in that worthy’s mind ! that, at last, this wretched meddler othing at all to play about with and | With things ‘that concerned him not | | had been laid by the heels. Which was tas unfortunate for the chauffeur as | it had been for unwary Huns in the past. | Contemptuously he rolled Drum- mond over; then, noting the relaxed muscles and inert limbs, he laid his gun on the ground preparatory to running through his victim's pockets. And the fact that such an action was a little more foolish than offering a man-eating tiger a peppermint loz- | enge did not trouble the chauffeur. In fact,'nothing troubled him again. He got out one gasping cry of terror as he realized his mistake; then he had a “blurred consciousness of the world upside down, and everything over. It was Olaki's most dan- gerous throw. carried out by grip- ping the victims wrists and hurling his body over by a heave of the legs, And nine times out of ten the result was a broken neck. This was one of the nine. For a while the soldier stared at the body. frowning thoughtfully. To | have killed the chauffeur was incon- | venient, but since it had happened it necessitated a_little rearrangement of his plans. The moon was setting and_the night would become darker, 80 there was a good chance that Lak- ington would not recognize that the driver of his car had changed. And if he did—well, it would be necessary to forego the somewhat theatrical entertainment he had staged for his benefit at The Elms. Bending over the dead man, he removed his long gray driving coat and cap; then, awithout a sound, he threaded his way through the bushes in search of the car. He found it about a hundred yards nearer the house. so well hidden in a small space off the road that he was almost on top of it before he realized the fact. To his relief it was empty, and placing his own cap in a pocket under the seat he put on the driving roat of his predecessor. Then, with a quick glance round to insure that everything in readiness for the immediate and rapid departure such as he imagined Lakington would de- sire, he turned and crept stealthily toward the hous m Laidley Towers was en fete, duciess, determined that every con- ceivable stunt should be carried out which would make for the entertain- ment of her guests, had spared no pains to make the evening a success. The The duke,” bored to extinction, had been five times routed out of his his indefatigable spouse, now. at the moment Hugh first came in sight of the house, en- | gaged in shaking hands with a’ tall, { aristocratic-looking Indian. s “How d'y do” he murmured va- cantly. “What did you say the dam’ ah’'s name was, my dear?’ he whispered in a_hoarse undertone to the duchess, who stood beside him welcoming the distinguished for- eigner. “We're 80 glad you could come, Mr. Ram Dar.” remarked the duchess, af- fably. ry one is so looking for ward to your wonderful entertain- ment.” Round Her neck was the his- toric pearls, and as the Indian bowed low over her outstretchcd hand. his s gleamed for a seco Your grace is too kind.” His voice was low and deep, and he glanced thoughtfully around the circle of faces near him. “Maybe the sands that come from the mountains that lie be- yond the everlasting snows will speak the truth; maybe the gods will be silent. who Knows? As if unconsciously his gaze rested on the duke, who manfully rose to the occasion. Who knows . . . 1 “Precisely, Mr. Rum Rum,” he mur- | mured, helpfully, “who indeed? It they let you down, don’t you know, perhaps you could show us a card | trick?" | He retired in _confusion, abashed by the baleful stare of the duchess, and [ the rest of the guests drew ciosel The jazz band was having suppel the last of the perspiring tenants had j departed, and now the bonne bouche of the evening was about to begin. , | "1t had been the Marquis of Laidiéy { himself who had suggested getting | hold of this most celebrated perform- i er. who had apparently never been in { England before. And since the Mar- quis of Laidley’s coming-of-age was the cause of the whole evening's en- tertainment, his suggestion had been hailed with acclamation. How he had heard about the Indian, and from vhom, were points about~which he was very vague: but since he was a | very vague young man, the fact | elicited no comment. The main thing | was that here, in the flesh, was a dark, mysterious performer of the occult, and what more could a house party require? And in the general excite- ment Hugh Drummond crept closer to | the open window. It was the duchess { he was concerned with and her pearls, j and the arrival of the Indian was not i going to put him off his guard. . . . Then suddenly his jaw tightened: Irma Peterson had entered the room with young Laidley. - “Do you want anything done, Mr. Ram Dar?’ asked the duchess—‘“the lights down or the window shut? “No, I thank you,” returned the In- dian.’ “The night is still; there is no wind. And the night is dark—dark | with strange thoughts that thronged upon me as I drew nigh to the house—whispering through the trees.” | Again he fixed his eyes on the duke. “What is your pleasure, protector of the poor? that pillar of the “Mine?* ecried house of lords, hurriedly stifling a yawn. “Any old thing, my dear fel- iow. . . . You'd much better ask one of the ladies.” “As you will,” returned the other, gravely, “but if the gods speak the truth, and the sand does mnot lie, I can put say what is written.” From a pocket in his robe he took a bag and two small bronze dishes. and placing them on a table stood waiting. “I am ready.” he announced. *“Who first will learn of the things that are written on the scroll of fate?” “I say, hadn’t you better do it In private, Mr. Rum?’ murmured the duke, apprehensively. “I mean, don't you know, it might be a little em- barrassing if the jolly old gods really do give tongue: and T don't see any- body getting illed in the rush.” (Continued in_Tomorro W. EDWARD FRAZIER Fancy Butter, s_and Cheese. T o This Waek— ELK GROVE 30¢, BUTTER .... EASTERN MARKET, SE. ~ CORNS i Lift Off with Fingers Doesn’t hurt & bit! Drop a little “Freezone” op an aching corm, in- stantly that corn stops hurfinf, ‘then ehortly you lift it right off with fin- gers. ly! Your druggist eells-a tiny bottle of “Freezone” for & few cents, sufficient to remove every hard corn, soft corn, or corn between the toes, and the cal- luscs, without soreness or irritation. Alone and Lost in the Great World. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. He truly brave is who can be No whit less brave with none to see. —Buster Bear. Somehow it when there are others about to see how brave you aze. It is a great deal casier. To be brave when you arewll alone is quite another matter. That is real bravery. And to be alone and tlost and brave is the greatest bravery. When Chatterer the Red Squirrel raced away through the tree tops, leaving Boxer alone to recover his breath and rest his weary little legs, he left a little Bear as completely lost as ever a little Bear had been since the beginning of the Great World. Boxer didn't know it then. He was too busy getting his breath and thinking how good it was to rest to think of anything clse. But after a whilo Boxer felt him- self again, and once more his anger at Chatterer the Red Squirrel began to rise. Boxer looked all about for Chatterer. There was no sign of him. Boxer swelled up with a feeling of importance. “That fellow must be hiding. 1 guess I've given him a scare he won't forget in a hurry,” boasted Boxer. How that would have tickled Chat- terer had he heard it. Now that Chatterer had disappeared Boxer began to wonder what should do next. It suddenly came to him that he was in a strange place. None of the trees or stumps about is easier to be brave | he there was familiar. There wasn't a single familiar thing to be scen any- where. A queer feeling of uneasiness crept over Boxer. He couldn’t sit still. No, sir, he couldn’t sit still. He didn't L el e ,“@1? ] ;IR Ny Y HE SAT AND BEGAN TO CRY. but he couldn’t. So Boxer mlessly. He had nothing particular to do and nowhere in cular to go. ently he noticed the first of the Shadows creeping through the Green Forest. Somehow those Black Shadows made him think of home, Probably Mother Bear and Woof- Woof were back there by this time. He wondered if they had missed him and_would start looking for him. If he didn’t see them how would he ever know why, started on in know whether or not they looked for Eim? How would he ever know if he did get even with them by making them anxious? Why not go bagk mnear the great windfall and watch? “Of course. T won't go home.” mut- tered Boexer to himself. as he shuf- “I've left home for good. £o back and hide near there, where I can avatch and see all t happens. It will be great fun to watch Mother Bear and Woof-Woof hunt for me. T guess I'll hurry a little,” he added, as he noticed how the creepin Black' Shadows had increased. So Boxer began to run. “I didn’'t think home was so far, he panted at last, looking fearfull over his shoulder at the Black Shad- ows. “Ha. there is the great wind- fall!" he added, joyously, as he spied a pile of fallen trees in the distance He approached it carefully, stopping often to look and listen, for, vou know, he didn’t_want to be seen by Mother Bear or Woof-Woof. At least, he thought he didn’t want to be secn by them, though way down inside that was just what he did want. He heard no one and saw no one. Presently he was close to that wind- fall. A great longing for home swept over him. He no longer wanted to get even with anybody. All he wantod was home and mother. Perhaps Mother Bear and Woof-Woof hadn't return- cd yet and he could slip in. Then they would never know. Boxer slip- ped around the old windfall to where There Tt wasn't the right wind- Boxer knew Tight then and there he was lost; that he was a lone. he thought the entrance was. w st little Bear out in the Great World. He sat down and began to cry. (Coprright, 1921, by T. W. Burgess.) Pepper Hash. Cover four cups of chopped cabbage, three cups of chopped onions and four cups of chopped green peppers with one-third cup of salt and allow to stand over night. In the morning drain off the water and add one-half | cup of mustard seeds, three cups of sugar and sufficient cold vinegar to cover. Scal in sterilized jars. If man- goes are wanted take some peppers that have been pickled in vinegar and stuff them with the pepper hash. Steaming the Face. | Every week I receive quite a few letters from readers, who want to | know whether there is really a tue in steaming the complexion. They | write that some people say steaming the fac < coarse pores and want to know ther this is true since the proce: Iso wide connection beauty treatment. e steaming harm to the skin, depending or not, been with w steaming s has used in n be of benefit or entirely upon how it is done. If the skin very sallow, very oily, coarse pored {or full of blackheads, face steaming properly done can be of great benefit. The best way to do it is to remember this advice Do not hold the face over a basin lof “steaming water with a towel jthrown over the head to hold in the |steam. I know this is a time-honored {method, but it isn't a good one. It is {auite true that it opens the pores, but it opens them too effectually and therein lies the trouble, The best way is to take an old soft Turkish towel, wring this out of very hot water. as hot as you can stand it, and hold this over the face When it cools wring it out of the water again and hold it over the face, and continue doing this until the skin is red and glowing. This n take anywhere from two to five or ten the condi- 1f minutes, depending upon tion of your skin. Steaming in its {is not a face treatment—it is only an introduction to a face treatment. Its only value is to open wide the tiny pores of the skin, which act like an infinite multitude of little mouths, and which close up upon the dust and grime of the atmosphere. Once you have opened these pores, you can go on with whatever treat- ny vir- | PAGE. blackhead powder to dry up oil that forms a blackhead, an use a cleaning cream Beet and Egg Salad. 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