Evening Star Newspaper, June 9, 1921, Page 29

iTravelog HOW “FULTON'S FOLLY™ LOOKS TO THE TRAVELOG BOY. WHO SEE! THE INVENTOR A GREAT LESSON TO BOYS. Washington. Travel Club Pals: One hundred and | two vears ago, this June, the first | steamboat crossed the Atlantic, and that had to be helped a lot by sails. The Savannah left that city in Georzia on May 24, 1519, and arrived in Liverpool twenty-seven days later. Sounds stranze when you read of the big ones doing the trip now in less than a week and of aeroplanes making the rip. As I was looking at some ship models #o the Smithsonian Institu- tion the other hay I thought what a lesson for boys there is in the life of Robert Fulton. His parents only were able to let him go to school long enough to learn to read and write, and we would not think that | much of an education now, w(’uld} we? Fulton started out to be a painter and made good at that, but his mind turned to inventions after he went to Europe, and he made a | boat with an engine in it over there, | but it fell through the bottom. | After a while. he came home and | tried it again on the Hudson river, | and while he worked away at his plans the people stood around and aid all kinds of mean things like they do_about everything new. I £uess. Who remembers when they laushed at the Wright Brothers with their aeroplane schemes? Now | they carry the mail that way. Well, | Fulton at last got his steamboat finished and a great crowd was down at the river to see him get killed or | | THE AVENGER BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM. A Tale of Pdlitical Intrigue and Private Revenge. (Oopyright, by Littie, Browa & Co.) __(“ontinued from Yesterday's Star.) Who can tell”™ Wrayson answered. “That Morris Barnes was in posses- sion of valuables of some sort, every- Zoes to prove. Just think of number of people who have n their interest in him. There is ham and his mysterious client. Baroness de Sturm and your er, and—the person who mur- 4 _him. Apparently, even though t his life, Barnes was too clever em. for his precious belongings still be undiscovered.” colonel finished his wine and ed back in_ his chair. =m tired of this subject.” ould like to get bac he said. to the n called for the bill a little lingly. He was, in a sense. dis- corointed at the colonel's attitude. v well,” he said, “we will bury But before we do there is one I. AMATO Spectal ek | 43clb. 1452 P St. N.W. CORNS Lift Off with Fingers Doesn’t hurt a bit! “Freezone” on an aching corn, in- stantly that corn stops hurting, then shortly you lift it right off with fin- Drop a little gers. Truly! Your druggist sells a tiny bottle of “Freezone” for a few cents, sufficient to remove every hard corn, soft corn, or corn between the toes, and the cal- luses, without soreness or irritation. Winter clothing s safe from the attack of moths and other insécts when sprayed with PREVENTO before summer packing. (PREVENTO —> MAKES A CLEAN HOME FEATURE PAGE. (Copyright, 1921, by the International Syndicate.) “FULTON'S FOLLY" THAT RESULTED IN TURNING OVER TRADE OF THE WORLD LOOKS | Fulton haa. } I _thought you meant Edith! Rusys ell wurke A ! REG- LS. PATENT OFFICE | | N the boat sink or something. This was in 1807. He started her | off and something went wrong and the crowd yelled, “I told you o, or whatever they said in_those days | that meant that. But Fulton went | downstairs in the boat and fixed a little pipe or something, and away | she went for 150 miles and back | again. That was the first real com- mercial success of the steamboat, and now some people tell us the ce of the world depends upon a navy, which is a quetsion too for me. but it must cost a lot of money f we must keep people from fighting that way. Well, when Fulton made good with the boat there was no honor great enough for him, and when he died they say@there was more real mourn- | ing for him than any man_ since George Washington. And that what I started out to make clear when I wrote how little education He is certainly entitled to more honors than all the Na- poleons in the world, whose special- ty was Kkilling people to get more power and decorations. Do not miss the Smithsonian In- stitution. That may sound big. but when you get in it you will want to stay for days and days. I am try- ing to make an aeroplane, just a little model. Who else has tried that? 1 wish you would write and tell me what success y having. L BURKE, thing T have had it _in my mind to say—for some time. 1 want to say it now. It is about your daughter, col- onel™ The colonel looked at him curiously. My daughter?” he repeated, under his breath. Wrayson leaned a little forward. Something new had come into his face. This was the first time he had suffered such words to pass his lips— almost the first time he had suffered such thoughts to form themselves in nis mind. “I never looked upon myself,” he sz2id quictly, “as a particularly im- pulsive person. Yet it was an impulse which prompted me to conceal the truth as to her presence in the flat | building that night. It was a serious thing to do. and somehow 1 fancy that the end is not yet. “Why did you do it?" the colonel asked. “You did not know who she ! was. It could not have been that” | Why did I do it?" Wrayson repeat- ed. “I can't tell you. I only know that I should do it again and again if the need came. If I told you exactly how I felt. it would sound like rot. But I'm going to ask you that question.” The colonel's grey eyebrows were | drawn together. His eves were keen and bright. So he might have looked in time of stress; but he was not in the least like the genial idol of the Sheridan billiard-room. “It 1 came to you tomorrow,” Wray- son said, “and told you that I had met at last the woman whom I wished to make my wife, and that woman | was vour daughter, what would you s I should he glad.” the colonel an- red, simply ou and she are, for some unhappy reason. mnot on speaking terms.| That—" ! 00d God!" the colonel interrupted, hom do you mean? Whom are you talking about?” ! ‘About vour daughter—whom 1} shielded—the companion of the Bar- oness de Sturm. Your daughter Louise. The colonel raised his trembling fingers to his forehead. His voice quivered ominously. “Of course! Of course! God help me, I never thought of Louise. And Edith has spoken of you lately.” “I found your younger daughter charming,” Wrayson safd, seriously, “but it was of your daughter Louise 1 was speaking. 1 thought that you would understand that.” My daughter—whom you found—in Morris Barnes' flat—that night? “Exactly.” Wrayson answered, “and my question is this. I cannot ask you why you and she parted, but at least you can tell me if you know.of any reason why I should not ask her to be my wife. The colonel was silent. ‘No! he said at last. “there is no reason. But she would not consent. I am sure of that. “We will let it got at that” Wray- son answered. “Come!” He had chosen his moment for ris- ing so as to pass down the room al- most at the same time as Mr. Ben- tham and_his strange companion. Prolific of smiles and somewhat elephantine graces, the lady's dark- ened eyes met Wrayson's boldly, and finding there some encouragement, she even favored him with a back- ward glance. In the vestibule he slipped a half-crown into the attend- ant's hand. “See if you can hear the address that lady gives her cabman,” he whis- pered. The boy nodded, and hurkied out after them. Wrayson kept the colonel back under the pretense of lighting a fresh cigar. When at last they stroll- ed forward. they met the boy return- ing. He touched his hat to Wrayson. “Alhambra, sir!” he said, quietly. “Gone off alone. sir, in a hansom. Gen- tleman. walke The colonel kept silence until they were in the street. “Coming to the club?" he asked, a little abruptly. “No!" Wrayson answered. Prices realized on Swift & Co. aalen of carcass beef in Washington for week ending Saturday, June 4, 1921, on pments sold out. ranged from 13 cents to cents per pound. and averaged 15.76 cents per poumd.—Adver tisgment, o “You are going after that woman?" the colonel exclaimed. “I am going to the Alhambra” Wrayson answered. “I can't help it. It sounds foolish, I suppose, but this affair fascinates me. It works on my nerves somehow. I must go. The colonel turned on his heel. ‘Without another word, he crossed the Strand, leaving Wrayson standing upon the pavement. Wrayson, with a little sigh, turned westward. Chapter XVIIL AN AMATEUR DETECTIVE. Wrayson easily discovereq the ob- Ject of his search. She was seated upon a lounge in the promenade, her ample charms lavishly displayed, and her blackened eyes mutely question- ing the passers-by. She welcomed Wrayson with a smile which she meant to be inviting, albeit she was a little suspicious. Men of Wrayson's stamp and appearance were not often easy victims, aw you at Luigi's, didn't I?" he asked, hat in hand. She nodded, and made room for him to sit down by her side. “Did you see the old stick I was with?" she asked. “I don't know why 1 was fool enough to go out with him. Trying to pump me abolt poor old Barney. too, all the time. Just as though I couidn’t see through him.” ‘Old Barney!” Wrayson repeated, a little perplexed. She laughed coarsely. “Oh! come, that won't do!" she de- clared. “I'm almost sure you're on the same lay yourself. Didn't 1 see you at the inquest?>—Morris Barnes' inquest, of course? You know whom I mean right enough.’ “I know whom you mean now Wrayson admitted = “Yes! there. Queer affair, wasn't it The lady nodded. “I should like a marked, with apparent “Benedictine! They ere seated in front of a small “table, and were at times the object of expectant contemplation on the part of a magnificent individual in livery and kneebreeches. Wrayson ummoneq him and ordered two bene- dictines. “Now lady continued, him confidentially, that old man who came prying round and took me out to dinner, to pump me about poor Barney! He didn't get much out of me. Fortone thing, 1 don’t know much. But the little I do know I'd sooner tell you than him. “You're very mured. “He used to places a good deal, didn't he assent. always either here or at He wasn't a bad sort. Barney. although he was just like all the rest of them, close with his money when he was sober. and chuck- liquor.” she re- irrelevance. 1 don’t mind telling you.” the leaning over toward that I'm dead off kind,” Wrayson mur- come to .these “H the npire. THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. - U, ‘THURSDAY, JUNE 9, 1921. . BY M. JESSI HOME NURSING AND HEALTH HINTS E LEITCH. Why the Baby Cried. It was & very warm morning and in the little bungalow on a certain city street, where all the bungalows looked exactly allke, the atmosphere was charged with “nerves.” A very warm, pink-faced and per- spiring baby cried unceasingly in its little white cot, which had been wheeled to the side porch to catch any vagrant breeze that might be straying that way. The very youthful father pushed back an untouched breakfast, and, crumpling the morning paper, sav- agely threw it on the floor. He pushed his chair back with small ceremony, reached for his hat, drop- ped a Kiss that savored of toast and coffee in the general direction of his wife's fair head, and strode out of the room. Not a glance did he cast at the baby. And the baby cried louder than ever. for he was big enough to want to “go by-by” with his father. Young Mother Weeps, Too. The young mother—for they were a very youthful trio, indeed, who dwelt in the green bungalow—put her head down on the table and joined the baby, Weeping unre- servedly. Since early morning (and it stil lacked a few minutes of ¥) the baby had cried incessantly. He had stop ped for a few minutes during his bath, only to weep louder than e when he was p ed in his cot had refused his morning oran pushing the spoon aside so that cuff. It was the only clean soft shirt cuff. clean soft shirt in the drawer. He had refusced his bottle, throwing it on the floor. 1 had broken in a thousand pieces, and throngh her soft h slipper his mother had cut her foot. All these littie adventus made breakfast late and the as a last straw, had been sour. coffee had over and the toast had been burned. Altogcther tragedy had stalked the place its own. And the little mother was afraid that baby was going to be iil. And what she would do. for he had never been ill for a day in his short, sunny lite, was more than she could tell. Therefore she wept. And the baby wept. Ang the next-door neighhc sprinkling her ironing in the base- t was the only had | cream. The 1 at {in the LEalf a fe last, crossed the pateh of yard and entered the bungalow uncere- moniously. “Dear me, this child will cry him- self sick! Whatever is the matter?” She gathered the sobbing child to her shoulder and mopped the perspiration from his head. “He is much too well covered for a morning like this,” she announced, with the conviction of & womgn who has had babies of her own. “He will have prickly heat in a few minutes.” And the mother, wide-eyed with fright, ran to her and felt the child’s head. Seeing the broken glass on the floor, “Has he had his bottle?” she g rd. He refused it. I must prepare an- other. 1 heard the milkman on the step as you came in.” And the little mother disuppeared kitchenward, to prepare the baby's feedings for the day, to sterilize the bottles and ‘place them in the ice box. Baby Hax a Second Bath. In the bathroom, in his collapsible bath tub, the baby astonished to his second bath in the space few hours Gently the strong arms held him warm, soothing water till the tense little muscles relaxed. Then he was patted dry, and dredged with cool powder, and slipped into the little undervest that was soft, like a web of fine-spun silk and wool. One little nether garment, and bare-leg- Built other than the two most primary in the world, he was placed again in the cot, on a cool fresh sheet. and left, uncovered, on the porch that was warm and rose ted, and drowsy. 1zed, d'to be dressed, his looking toward the door his should enter. Inst came ding, for he was very warm ind he had cried a great deal, Eager- Iy he took the bottle. finished it, look- in sleepy wonderment at his small imbs, and, realizing that there as no little dress to be slipped over head that morning, went to sleep. “The next hot day he eries like that, remember how vou feel yourself on a hot day. Take his clothes off, give him more cool, boiled water to drink. and less feeding, if he does not seem hungry, and you will be surprised to find how much happier he will b And the neighbor. drying the dishes for the little mother. felt that for once in her life she had been a fairy mother ment, pushed open her screen door ing it about when he'd had a drop too much. What did you want to know about him in particular®" “Well, for one thing." Wrayson an- swered, “where he got his money from." She shook “He was & her head ve very close about he said. “The only story I ever heard him tell was that he'd made it mining in South Africa’ “You have really heard him that?" Wrayson asked “Half a dozen times, “That proves. at any rate. he re- marked thoughtfully, “that there was some mystery about his income, be- e T happen to know that he came from South Africa a pauper.” likel she remarked. “Barncy was always the sort who would rather tell a lie than the truth.” “Did he say anything to you that night about being in any kind of danger?” he asked. he shook her head. “No! I don’t think so. T didn’t take particular notice of what he ®aid. be- cause he was a bit squiffy. I believe he mentioned something about a business appointment that night. but 1 really didn’t take much notice.” You didn’t tell them anything about that at the inquest,” Wtayson remarked. 1 know T didn't." she vou see, T was so knocked over. and I really didn't remember anything clearly. that I thought it was best to say nothing at all. They’d have been trying to ferret things out of me that I couldn’t have told them.” T think that you were very wise.” Wrayson said. “You don’t happen to remember anything else that he said. ay she declared. admitted. i1 suppose? except that he seemed a little depressed. But there's something else about Barney that I always suspected. that I've pever heard mentioned vet Mind you, it may be true or it ma; not. but T always suspected it. “IWhat was that?* Wray manded. T helieve that he was married.” she declared impregsively. “Married!" on de- Wrayson looked incredulous. Tt certainly did not seem probable. “Where is his wife then?" he asked. “Why hasn’t she turned up to claim his effects? Besides, he lived alone. He was my neighbor. you know. His brother has taken possession of his at 3 e lady rather enjoyed the fmpres- cion she had made. She was not averse. either, to being seen in so prominent 2 place in_ confidential talk with a man of Wrayson's appearance. @t might not be directly remunerative, but it was likely to do her good. He showed me a photograph once, she continued. “A baby-faced chit of 2 girl it was, but he was evidently Very proud of it. A little girl of his down in the country. he told me. Then. do_you know thi He was never in London for Sunday. Every week end he went off somewhere; and T never heard of any one who ever him or knew where he went “This is very interesting.” Wrayson admitte: “but if he was married. ! curely his wife would have turned up by now “Why should she” the lady an- swered. ‘Don't you see that she very likely has what all you gentlemen seem to be so anxious about—his in- come?” “By Jove!” Wrayson exclaimed softly. “Of course, if there was anything mysterious about the source of it, all the more reason for her to keep dark. “Well, that's what T've had in my min1,” she declared, summoning the waiter. “I'll take another liquor, if you don’t mind.” Wrayson nodded. His thoughts were traveling fast. “Did you tell Mr. Bentham this?" he asked. “Not 1, she answered. “The old fool got about as much out of me as he deserved—and that's nothing.” m sure I'm very much obliged.” Wrayson answered, drawing out h pocketbook. *“I wonder if I might be alowed— i) He glanced at her inquiringly. nodded. “I'm not proud,” she declared. (Continued in Tomorro: She at “R-Good Pretzels” Trade Mark Baked by Sandler Bros. Baking Company 2020-22 Harford Ave: Baltimore, Md. Washington Branch 1313 6th N. W. _ Phone N 3320 10° Mother Bear Becomes Uneasy. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. An idle boaster, it is clear, 1s he who says he kuows no fear. " Mother Bear. More and more were the twins| growing to feel that there was noth-! ing in all the Great World for them to fear. The poison people of the| Snake family they could keep out of | the way of, so there was no one and nothing for them to fear. At least.| that is the way they felt about it and whag they told each other, though for some reasen or other they never al- lowed Mother Bear to overhear them say such a thing. Perhaps they felt this way because “WHAT IS IT?" VENTURED BOX AT LAST. AS MOTH AGAIN STOOD UP AND SNIFFED. they were just at that age where they thought they knew all there was to know and so felt very much bigger and more important than they were. Perhaps it was because Mother Bear never showed fear of anything, so they had come to believe that there was nothing for Bears to be afcaid of. “Mother Bear isn’t afraid of a sin- gle thing in all the Great World,” declared Woof-Woof one morning the twins rested after a wrestling match. “And I don’t suppose that big black Bear she says is our father is afraid . he meant Buster Bear. That's 8o0.” membering how Buster Bear had run from Mother Bear the time he had chased the twins up a tree, not kno ing they were his own children. “It would give me a funny feeling all over to see Mother Bear afraid of of anything in all the Great World | not a single thing.” added Boxer. Of | Woof- | admitted Boxer, re- | godmother. id of a singl Wh when we ars with her I just know that nothing can happen to us, no matter if wi aren’t grown up yet.” It was that very afternoon that Woof-Woof noticed Mother Bear ing queerly. At least it seemed that way to Woof-Woof and to Boxer, too. They didn't know just what to mak of it, for they hadn't scen her act tha ay before. The twins had been hunting wild strawberries along the cdge of the Old Pasture w joins the Green Forest. Mothe had been sitting down watching them. Suddenly she put her head up and niffed long and hard. Then she tood up on her hind feet and sniffed. For what seemed to the twins ever nd ever so long she stood there sniff- ing the air and her face looked if she smelled something she didn't | 1 can’t imagine her afi thing, not one Of course. the twins did exactly as Mother Bear was doing, but though and season with salt and pepper and a little sifting of flour. layer of sliced onions that have been parboiled a few minutes, and add the seasoning of salt, pepper and. sifting of flour. toes and more salt, pepper and flov For the top layer use potatoes cut in they wrinkled up their funny littie noscs and sniffed and sniffed they couldn't smell anything unusual. Presently Mothér Bear dropped down and began to shuffle about uneasily. Every few minutes she would put her hegd up and sniff, and her face wore @ worried look. Two or three d up as at first. Then opped down to all fours i walked about in thal same uneasy | ner. twins forgot all about straw- It was plain that something was making her very uneasy, and 80 they became uneasy. A queer feeling | I.very like fear crept over them. They | 'eouldn’t think of anything to be afraid of, but because Mother Bear, who never f ed anything, seemed worried, they felt strangely anxious ‘way dow ept close at us Mother Bear again sniffed. ‘othing,” growled Mother Bear vay down deep in her throat. “I think 'il go back in the G orest.” “There is something” whispered Boxer to Woof-Woof, as the twins huffied alongrat Mother Bear’s heels. he is worried about something. 1 wonder what it can be.” But he didn't venture to ask again. T. W. Burgess.) stood up anything,” continued Woof-Woof. *“I JO WILKINS YPERFECT ™ HWILKINS C? COFFEE ROASTERS WHOLESALERS Remember This Can ' '"FEATURE PAGE. b quarters, and salt, pepper and flour | two cups of milk. Make into a dough, them. Fill the dish full of water and | roll out to half an inch in thickness, Baked Casserole Dinner. 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