Evening Star Newspaper, June 17, 1921, Page 31

. .FEATURE .PAGE, What Every Auto Knows. - : EMMY! TAKE YouR YEET ouT 0 -THAT LUNCH BASKET! “THE IDEA, oAy FeR THE NERT SHOT O GAS, F WHEN DoW SOUNDS GOosh! THar BUSTED SPRING! wiLL, MY WHOLE SIDE| 15 NumB! 1 punNo VF LIKEA THE AVENGER . BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM. A Tale of Political Intrigue and Private Revenge. (€opyright, by Little, Browa & Ce.) (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) “but I cannot very well be more €x plicit. The matter is one in which ‘Wrayson looked at the knapsack. at|a good many other people are con- the camera and at the little man him- :ell')n:lisnr‘;\dy’l“::;lr; :;l;i :{‘I‘lllnk:l'o\: 2 3 3 self. He spoke English easily and);"¢yat o crime was committed; that without any trace of ah accent. His|this young lady was present under clothes, too, had the look of having |suspicious circumstances; that I in come from an English ready-made shop. Yet there was something about the man himself not altogether Brit- ish. “I fancy the people ready for the harvest, marked at'last. “You Wil find'lots of places as pretty as this along the coast.” . “Perhaps so.* the vigitor admitted. “and yet when one has taken a fancy 10 a place, it seems a pity to have to leave it 50 soon. You-couldn't speak a word to the landlord for me, sir, I suppose—you or your friend. 1 don fancy he understood my French very elre . Wrayson shook his head. “I'm_afraid it wouldn't be of any use,” he said. “As a matter of fact, 1 know that he does not intend to take any more visitors. has not the that now a third person turng up, who also knew of the young lady's pres- gnce, but who was not called upon to give evidence, who Is working on Dbusy f:;“:‘:lhl: own account to clear up the whole affair. He happens to be a friend of mine, and he warned me trankly to clear out- “I am beginning to follow you."” Duncan sald, thoughtfully. “Now what about Mme. de Melbain?" know absolutely nothing of her.” Wrayson answered. “I found out where the young lady was from the Baroness de Sturm, with whom she: lo"\:‘l-!rn her."” b e young lady was living with/ the Baroness de Sturm?" Duncgnn T peated. “Is she, then, an orphan “No!” Wrayson answered. ‘She, is, for some reason—I do not know why —estranged from her family. Now the question arises, has this fellow here come over to track her dow Is he an English detective?” Duncan turned deliberately round | and stared at the person whom they | were discussing. Pity.” the little man said, dejectedly. “I think that I must try again in the village. By the by, si perhaps you can tell mé to whom the chateau there belongs’ “Mme. la Baronne de Sturm,” Wray- son answered. t least, so our host Copyright. 1921, by Herbert Jonnson {gave the place a hal a road fragrant with the perfume of hay. and with the pleasant sound of the reaping machines in his ears, and the carriage turned into the park through the great iron gates, which opened this time without demur. By the side of the road was a clear trout stream, a little further away a herd of deer stood watéhing the carriage pass. The park was uncultivated but picturesque. becoming more wooded as they climbed the hill leading to the chateau. Wrayson smiled to him- self as he remembered that this muz- nificent home and estate belonged to the woman who was his neighbor at Battersea, and whom he self had been more than half inclined to put down as an adventuress. A major-domo in quliet black clothes, who seemed to reflect jn his tone and manner the subdued splendor ‘of the place. received him at the, door, passing him on at once to a footman in powdered halr and resplendent liv- ery. Across a great hall, whose white stone floor, height and stained-glass windows gave Wrayson the impr certain evidence I had to give, con-ision that he had found his way by cealed the fact of-her presence, and | mistake into the nave of a cathedral, he was ushered into a drawing room. whose modernity and comparatively low ceiling were almost a relief. Here there were books and flowers and music, vpon the and magazines white walls. newspapers lying about, which able air. A reat semi-circular window commands | scratched his nose thoughtfull 1 | i i V i { of Buster Bear, were-not the only twins er had the falling rain removed The Prettiest Twins. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. Some people know not what is fine; ‘Their oaly thought is how to dine. ~—Mrs. Lightfoot. Boxer and Woof-Woof, the twin cubs in the Green Forest, though until the time of the great fright from the Red Terror they had seen no others. They saw them for the first time when all the forest folk gatheréd -on the shore of the pond of Paddy the Beaver, but hardly noticed thém becguse of the great fear of the Red Terror. In fact, no one noticed the other pair of twins at_that time. But after ‘the danger was "over and the forest folk had separated, more than one remembered those twins. Buster Bear was one. It was the very next evening. Buster was sitting down try- Ing to think what he wanted most for dinner that night, and all of a sudden those twins popped into his head. “Pretty little things. As pretty little things as ever 1 have secn,” he growled to himself, for he was quite alone, | “Must be ‘tender,” he continued, and } “I 'think | I would like one of them. In fact, 1 am quite sure I would. Can't think of anything 1 would like better. Funny [ haven't thought of them before. Might have known there was a pair of them somewhere in the Green Forest. Now, I wonder where 1 am most likely to find them?" He scratched his nose some more and finally shuffed off among | the trees. He was on his way to look | for those twi b Man Coyote was another who re- ! membered them. The truth is, no soon- | the | ear of the Red Terror than Old Man | Coyote had begun to think of his stom- ach, for with frar gone his appetite had returned. Right away he thought of those twins and his mouth watered. The thought of them made him_ hun- grier than ever. He looked about hasti- | Iy. but the twins and their mother hadi disappeared. He put his nose to the | ground and ran this way and that way, | but the rain had washed away their | nt. Old Man Coyote sighed. Well, T know about them, is more than 1 knew be- . ™It is a bad wind, a very bad wind, that blows no one good. If the fear of the Red Terror hadn't brought us all together 1 wouldn't have known of those twins until they were too big. Thev how tender the t storm is over I think I will hunting in the Green Forest. And so it happened that just about tender. My, | When this o a little | must_be b the time Buster was scratching his nose and thinking about those twins, some exquisite water-colors | | | Id Man Coyote was leaving his home : in the Old Pasture headed for the ireen Forest. He, too, was thinking about those t U Yowler the Bob Cat was the third who remempered them. Just about the time Buster Bear started to look a&onderful view of the park. butlfor them and ©Old Man Coyote was Wrayson had it. A door was opened at the furthe! end of the room and he heard theiand stretched on the gown upon | home. soft rustling of a woman' the carpet. It was Lowise who came was living in London, and I came over | toward him. She was dressed in_ white muslin, unrelieved by ornament or any sug- gestion "of color. Her cheeks were unusually pale, and the shadows un- der her eyes seemed to speak of trou: ble. - Yet Wrayson thought that he had never seen her look more beau- tiful. She gave him her hand with a faint smile of welcome and per- mitted him to raise it to his lips. . “This is very. very foolish." she said softly. “and I know that I ought to be ashamed of myself. “I should doubt it very much.” he answered. “For my part, I don’t be- lieve for a moment that he is an Englishman at all. by | very glad to told me yesterday.” “It i3 a very beautiful place—very beautiful,” the tourist said, reverent- ly. “I dare say there is a chapel there, too! Can one gain admission there, do_you know, sir?" Wrayson laid down his knife and ear you say so Wrayson declared. “But the question is. If he 1s not on thi3 business, what the devil is he doing here? ave you the entree to the cha- ! }te:lu?" Duncan asked abruptly. ork. ! “Look here he said good-humor- edly, “I'm not a guldebook, you know, and I only arrived here yesterday myself. You've reached the limit of my information. You had better try the landlord. He will tell you all that you want to know. Duncan pushed his chair back. He had eaten very little luncheon, but he was filling his pipe preparatory to leaving the table. As soon as it began to draw he rose and turned to Wray- son. The little tourist he absolutely ignored, as he had done all the time during the meal am invited to dine there this evening,” Wrayson ans “Then, if 1 were you.” Duncan said. " !?;?uld make"x‘ point o{lucertnl ng, if you can, the personality of t Mme. de Melbain. 4 n Wrayson nodded. ered. " he said, “My own {dea.” Duncan said, delib- erately, “Is that it is in connection with her presence here that tie land- lord of the inn and the villagers have received these injunctions about strangers. Try and find out what you can_about her, and in the meantime 1 will look atter the gentleman over there. He wants to be friendly—I will make a companion of him. When you come back tonight we will have an- other talk.” 's awfully good of you,” Wrayson 'And now—TI've one thing more word with you be- . he said. ‘Wrayson nodded, and followed him in a few minutes to the summer house at the end of the law: Duncan. did not beat about the bush. “That little brute over there.” he said, inclining his head toward the table, “is nejther an Englishman nor a tourist. I have seen him before, and 1 never forget a face.’ “What is he then?’ Wrayson asked. “Heaven knows what he is now. Duncan answered. “I saw him last at Colenso, where he narrowly es- caped being shot for a spy. He is either a Dutchman or a German, and. whatever he may be up to here, Tl swear ecclesiastical architecture is not his game. said. to say. Duncan_nodded. “Go on,” he said. “I have taken you into my confl- dence 80 far as was possible,” Wray son said slowly. “I am going to ask you a question now. “I cannot promise to answer it,” and carefully refilling it. a moment's Naturally! But I am going to ask! Wrayson had turned involuntarily to- | it. rayson said. “An hour or so ward the chateau, and Duncan had |ago I was talking to the young lady followed suit. They both looked uplin front of the inn, and you were the broad green avenue to where the [watching us. I saw your face at the windows of the great building flashed ! window as she was driving off.” back the sunlight. At the same mo-| “Well? ment_their mutual action: was real-| The monosyllable was hard and dry. ized by both of them. ‘You are neither an inquisitive nor Wrayson first turned away andlan emotional person,” Wrayson said. glanced round at the table which they | “I am sure of that. 1 want an .ex- Rad just quitted. The little man, who [ planation. was still seated there, had lit a cigar| “Of what? and was talking to the waiter. He| “Of your:suddenly becoming both! Toobed back again and moved his head : Duncan had lit his pipe now, and thoughtfully in the direction of the|smoked for a few moments furiousi chateau. “I will not bandy words with you, “He asked questions about the cha-fhe said at last. “You wan teau” Wrayson remarked. “Do you|mation which T cannot give. suppose that there can be anything| Wrayson looked as he felf, dissatis- $oing on there to interest him? .| ped. “You should know better than L"| “Look here” he said; Duncan answered. “You received aling for youf confidence. visit this morning from one of the|asking you to ex n.why the sight two ladies who are staying there. of that young lady should be a matter Wrayson turned a little pale. He'|of emotion to you. You know who looked at Duncan steadily for a mo- |is. I am eonvinced. What else?" ment. A giant in height, his features,| Duncan shook his. head. too, were of a large and resolute type. 'm sorry,” he sald. “You may His eyes were clear and truthful: his |trust me or not, as you like. "All I expression. notwithstanding a certain [can say about myself is this: I've gloom which scarcely. gccorded With been up agalnst it hard—very hard. his years and apparent health, wu|so far as regards the ordinary af Unmistakably honest. Wrayson felt!fairs of life I simply don't count. I'm instinctively that he was to bela megation—a purely subjective per- trusted. sonage. 1 may be able to help you a Look hete.” he said, “I should like |little here—I shall certainly never be to tell you the truth—as much of it in your way. uy“m:ere-hc in the plml-,g ecessary. I happen to know that | —there, I will tell you that—is purely e a4y With whom you saw |of 4 sentimental nature. My interest me talking this morning, and who is}in life itself is something of the same Mriend of the Baromess de Sturm.|sort. Take my advice. Let it go at is suspected in certain guarters of be- | tha ing implicated in a—criminal affair which took place reééatly in London. T myself, in a lesser degree, am al under suspicion. 1 came over here to wD‘:lnI;el: was lookln(ivcrv grave in- O o crtminal affath” e repeated. ig & little v: : 3’“ am 'sorry,” Wrayson answered 2 s d s Wi o will” Wrayson declared, with sudden heartinesi 3 Duncan nodded. “Tll go and look after our little friend in the yellow boots,” he said. CHAPTER XXVL Punctually at half-past, 7_the car- riage arrived to take Wrayson to the chateau. A few minutes’ drive alon €5 Vs ¢, - miikie 7 . Duncan declared, taking: up his pipe [? “On the contrary.,” he answered. “I think that it is very natural. But. seriously, I feel a little overpowered. You won't want to live always In“a castle, will you, Louise?’ . again. am afraid that our castle. Her- bert.” she murmared. “will exist only in the air! But listen. I must speak | to, ¥ou before the others come in." am all attention,” he assured her. “It is about Mme. de Melbain, she began, a little hesitatingly. He waited for her to continue. S8he what we others do,” she said, “and not be surprised if some of our ar- rangements seem a little curious For instance. although she is the elder. do not give her vour arm for dinner. She will go in first alone, and you must take me. - can assure vou. Wravson sald. smiling. “that I shall make no di culty about that.” “And she doesn't like to be talked to very much.” Louise continued. “I will humor her in that aiso,” Wrayson promised. “She is a_goot sort to let me come here at all.” “She is very kind and very consid- erate,” Loulse said, “and her life has been 'a very unhappy one.” Wrayson moved his chair a little nearer. ; ‘Need we talk about her any more?”" he asked. “There 8 80 much I want ta say to you about ourselves.” She looked at him for a moment, a little sadly. a little wistfully. don't.” she murmured. bout definite things at all, For tonight—tonight -only—let us darift!" Hs smiled at her reassuringly. “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I am not going to ask you any question: I am not going to ask for any expla- nations. I think that we have passed It is of the future I wanted ‘Don’t.” she begged softly. “Of the past I dare not think, nor of the fu- ture. It is only the present which belongs to us.” 4 “The present and the future,” he janswered firmly. She rose syddenly to her feet, and ‘Wrayson _instinctively followed her example. They were no longer alone. Two women. who had entered by a door at the-further end of the #partment. were slowly proaching em. The foremost was tall #nd dark. a’little slim, perhaps. but with an elegant fizure. singular dignity. Her face was youth- ful and her brown ‘eyes were. soft and clear as the eves of a girls but her dark hair was plentifully streaked with gray, and there was about her whole appearance an air of repressed Badness. 2 “This is Mr. Wrayson, is it .not?" she asked. in a very sweet voicg but with a strong foreign accent. = “We have so few visitors that omé can scarcely make a mistake. You are very welcome. Sha djd not offer to shake hands, and Wrayson contented himself .with 2 low bow. e “You are-very kind.” he murmured, “Monsieur le Baron,” she remarked. She ‘sighed and smiled and ulghedi 1 i and a carriage of turning to an elderly gentleman who had just entered, “will doubtlesg find: your coming pleasant. The enter- tainment of three ladies must have seemed at times a little trving.; Let me make you gentlemen known to one another. M. Wrayson, de Courcelles. And Ida, turning to _her companion. who, had M. le Baron she_added. | moved .a few: steps apart. “permit that I present to you, also, Mr. Wray- son—Mile. de Courceiles,” 2 , (Gortinued jn Tomorrow's Star.) little time to admire ijeaving his home in the Old Pasture for the same purpose, Yowler yawned doorstep of his Then, like a gray shadow, he! noiselessly sneak v, and in. his flerce yellow eyes was a hungry look He also was starting out to look for those preity twins They were pretty. prettiest twins in the Green Forest. ' At least that Is what their mother thought, and for once a mother was' right. Their dainty coats were beau- tifully spotted. Their legs were glim and long. Their eyes were big and soft. And until the Red Terror threatened to: destroy the Green Forest their mother | had kept them so well hidden that no one knew of her secret. You see, she | knew just how Buster Bear and Old Man Covote and Yowler the Bob Cat would think of her babies. Can you guess who those pretty twins were? (Copyrigt, 1921, by T. W. Burgess.) Chicken Gumbo!’ Pecl one medium sized onion and | chop fine. Put in a kettle and add | one quart of chicken stock. one- | half can of okra, two teaspoonfuls of salt, one-fourth teaspoonful of pepper and one-half green pepper chopped fine. Let simmer fortyemin- | utes. H 1 ! They were the Summer Fashions. Sailors of black veivet have roll! brims and are faced with Paisley | velvet. Most panels extend an inch or so below the edge of the foundation ! skirt. A blué serge coat dress is trim- med with very wide black moire rib- bon. 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