Evening Star Newspaper, June 21, 1921, Page 19

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Buster Bear was the first to move. He suddenly started on in a hurry in the direction of that shrill voice. Every one but Paddy the Beaver and Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter fol- lowed. They were content to remain in the water, for of all the liltle in the Green Forest they Rad ast cause to fear the Red Ter- ror. They were even more at home in the water than on land, and they had known that the Red Terror could Farewells bring fervent promises of letters long and frequent. Use ].JI Reltls Liyen it—or can order it NoIis Yeur Desler Sel ouseparty @ Silk Un;Ierwear In washing your cherished silk underwear,byno means risk using ordinary soaps. Use only the kind of soap you are sure is harmless, and be careful, in rinsing, that you rinse the pretty underthings, free from all vestige of soap. Rinsing time, by the way, is Tintex time. Justadd atea- spoonful or more of Tintex, and continuerinsing. Tintex tints as you rinse—beauti- fying with any one of fifteen joyous colors. And being a powder, Tintex dissolves instantly even in cold water. No boiling, no rubbing, no soapy mussing. Tintex may be obtained at all drug and dcpartment stores, at 15¢c @ package. 15 fashionable colors. Have youtried WHITEX—the new bluing for white silks and woolens, 15¢ at all Drug and Department Stores. CORNS - Lift Off with Fingers Doean’t hurt & bit! Drop a little “Freezone” on an aching ocornm, in- stantly that corn stops hurting, then shortly Lift it right off with fin- luses, without goreness or irritation. not reach them. So the glad news of that shrill voice meant less to them than to the others. Buster Bears twins Boxer and Woof-Woof, followed close at Mother Beap’s heels. They didn’t understand hat it all meant, for they had no idea whose voice it was; but some- how they felt less frightened. They saw that the others understood and were filled with hope, and so they felt better themselves. Thoy found Buster Bear standin(® up under a tree and looking up. From a branch a little above his head came that shrill cry: “Rain, rain, it is going to rain! Rain, rain, it is going to rai “Are you sure of it?" asked Buster Bear. “If you are trying to fool us T'll climb up and shake you oft that branch and that will be the end of u." Buster's voice was very deep d grumbly rumbly. ; Rain, rain, it is going to rain!” reply, and somehow there as such a foyous note in that shrill voice that there could be no doubt that it meant what it said. The twins ‘stared up at that branch with all their might, but they couldn’t see anybody. It was just as if that rill voice came from the branch They stared and stared and stared. but nobody could they see. And still that voice continued fo cry, ain, rain, it is going to rain! Then for a few minutes that voice was still. _Suddenly the twins saw what had looked like a part of the branch come to life ‘and make a fly- ing leap to another branch, and at “IT IS STICKYTOES THE TREE TOAD,” GROWLED MOTHER BEAR. once that shrill voice repeated the i glad news. Vhy—why—whyee, it is a little ! exclaimed Boxer, rubbing his eyes to make sure that nothing was | the matter with them. “Who ever heard of a Frog in a tree?" “It is Stickytoes the Tree Toad"” growled Mother Bear. “He really be- ngs to the Frog family, but he is mmonly called a Toad, a Tree Toad. He ought to be called Tree Frog, for that is what he is. He lives in .the trees.” Such a_ funny expression as there {was on the faces of the twins when they heard this. They thought they knew all about Frogs, and had never seen a Frog more than two or three | good jumps from water. How could ‘a Frog be up in a tree? They couldn’t understand it at all. They couldn’t understand how a Frog could /live in a tree any more than they could understand how he could know it was going to rain. They fairly ached to ask questions. But Buster was speaking again. ‘:‘ed'you sure, absolutely sure?” he aske | “Sure, absolutely sure. Ralin, rain, |it is going to rain!” shrilled the ! funny little prophet in the tree. | (Copyright, 1921, by T. W. Burgess.) LISTEN, WORLD! BY ELSIET,BINSO The more I learn about savages the more I am convinced that civili- zation is largely a question of Wear- ing Pants. It shouldnt be 8o, of ocourse. Clvilization should promote justios, honesty, chastity, temper- ance and neighborliness. It should make us more glad to be alive and more helpful to the other fellow. It should smooth out and simplify life. But does it? On close analysis I fear it doesm’'t. It seems to have merely promoted—Pants. There’s a large misunderstanding about “wfii Savages were sup- posed to ent, man-eating mon- sters, peevish at home and rambunc- tious abroad. Do you remember your thrills when you first heard of the Cannibal Isles? How glad you were that you had a lock on the front door and ate only cow steak—instead of the human variety. Though you did wonder how that fat, cross old lady around the corner would taste. But come to find out, that was all propaganda _stuff. Some one was maligning the coy but kindly canni- bal At times he did eat his epe- mies, to be sure, but on the other hand he never gassed them nor fore- closed mortgages on the widows. Also he kept his word, was sober, chaste and just to his clan—until civilization came along. Barring an occasional stimulating scrap, uncom- plicated by either police courts or lawyers, his life was spent in loving, laughing, dancing and other rural exercises. Nothing could have been more kindly or healthy. But—he didn’t wear pants: Well, we do. But otherwise—? (Continued from Yesterday’s Star.) “I am going to tell you more than may seem necessary,” she said, “be- cause I believe that I am one of those unfortunate persons Whose evil lot it is to bring unhappiness upon their friends. So far as I can avoid this. Mr. Wrayson, I mean to. Further—it s possible that I may ask you—presently—to render me a service.” ‘Wrayson bowed low. He felt that she was already well aware of his willingness. “First, then, let me tell you,” she continued, leaning back in her chair, and looking away across the valley with eyes whose light was wholl reminiscent, “that we three school- girls together, Louise, Amy—whom you know better, perhaps, 'as the Baroness de Sturm—ang myself. We were at a convent near Brussels.! There were not many pupils, and we three were friends. . . . “We had a great deal of liberty —more liberty, perhaps, than our friends would have approved of. We worked, It is true, in the mornings, but in the afternoons we rode or played tennis in the Bois. It was| there that I met Prince Frederick. who afterward became my husband. “T was only sixteen years old, and Just as silly, I_suppose, as a girl brought up as I had been brought; up was certain to be. I was very much flattered by Prince Frederick’s attentions, and quite ready to respond to them. My own family was noble, | and the match was not considered a particularly unequal one, for though Frederick was of the royal house, he THE AVENGER BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM. A Tale of Pdlitical Intrigue and Private Revenge. (Cepyright, by Little, Brewn & Oo.) IN ST. Lowi§s — WHEN You WORE YoUR FIRST DERBY HAT— “THE ONE YOUR MOTHER BOUGHT FoR You -—By !’jl_erbert Johnson. fl%él“%;‘/-~ Copynght, 1921, by Merbert Johnson how he felt that he was on the eve of a great discover: “Both before my marriage and aft- erward,” Mme. de Melbain said quietly, “T wrote to—Capt. Fitzmaur- ice. I was always impulsive—when I was younger, and my letters, éxpe- cially one written on the eve of my marriage, would no doubt decide the case against me. Capt. Fitz- maurice was killed—in Natal, bt in a mysterious way news has reached me of the letters since his death.” “In what way?” Wrayson asked. For the first time, Mme. de Mel- bain glanced a little nervously about her. Against listeners, however, they seemeq absolutely secure. There was no hiding-place, nor any one within sight. Upon the land was every where the silence of a great heat. Even in the shade where they sat the still air was hot and breathless. Down in the valey the cows stood knee deep in the stream. and a blue haze hung over the vineyards. “Nearly eighteen months Mme. de Melbain continued, ceived a letter signed by the name of Morris Barnes. The wrtier said that he had just arrived from South Africa, and had picked up on one of the battleflelds there a bundle of let- ters, which he had come to the con- clusion must have been written by me. He did not mince matters in the least. He was a_ blackmailer, pure and simple. He had given me the first chance of buying these letters! What was my offer” A sharp ejaculation broke from Wrayson's lips. Louise signed him to _be silent. “Amy was with jme when the let- do was to ask for time, and to ar- range to pay him so much a month whilst we were considering how to raise the money. He accepted this, and promised to keep silence. He kept his word, but for a time only. He made inquiries, and he seems to have come to the conclusion that the money was on the other side. At any rate, he approached the advisers of ‘my husband. He was in treaty with them for the letters—when he— when he met with his death! Wrayson had a feeling that the heat was becoming intolerable. He dared not look at Louise. His eyes were fixed upon the still expression- less face of the woman whose story was slowly unfolding its tragic course, ‘A rumor of this,” Mme. de Mel- bain continued, “reached us in Mex- onia! I telegraphed to Amy! She and Louise were at their wits' ends. Louise decided to go and see this man Barnes, to make her way, if she could, into his flat, to search for and, if she could find them, to steal these —or rather her attempted purpose. —or rather he attempted purpose. The rest you know, for it was you who saved her!” ““The ma ‘Wrayson said hoarsely, “was murdered. Mme. de Melbain inclined her head. 0 1 have understood,” she re- marked. “He was murdered,” Wrayson con- tinued in a harsh, unnatural voice, “on that very night, the night when he was to have made over these let- ters to your—enemies! The message was telephoned to me! He was to go to the Hotel Francis. He was warned that there was danger. And there was! He was murdered—while the cab waited—to take him there!” Her eyes held his—she did not flinch. . “The man who telephoned to me— Bentham his name was, the agent of your enemies—he, too, was mur- dered!” “So I have heard,” she said calmly. *“The letters!” he faltered. “Where are they?” “No one knows” she answered. *“That is why I live always on the brink of a volcano. Many people are has suacceeded. at_any moment. “Madame.” he said, “can you tell me_who killed these men?” searching for them. No one as yet But that may come | tle Jew! For all I know, he deserved death a dozen times over—ay, and Bentham, too! But the law does not look upon it like that. Whoever killea these men will assuredly be hanged if they are caught. Don't you think that your friends are a little too zealous?” jhe met his gaze unflinchingly. lends of mine have done these “they are at least He drew a short choking breath of rellef. -Yet even now the mystery was deeper than ever! He began to think out loud. “A_friend of yours it must have been,” he declared, “Barnes was mur- dered when in a few hours he would have parted with those letters to your enemies; Bentham was mur- dered When he was on the point of discovering them! There is some one working for you, guarding you, who desires to reman lunknown. I won- der!” He stopped short. A sudden il- lumining_ idea -flashed through his mind. He looked at Mme. de Mel- bain fixedly. “This man Duncan who has disap- peared so suddenly,” he said thickl “Whom did you say—who was it that he reminded you of?" Mme. de Melbain lost at last her composure. She was white to the lips, her eyes seemed suddenly lit with a horrible dread. She pushed out her hands as though to thrust it from her. : “He was Killed!” she cried. “It was not he!” He is dead! Don't dare to speak of anything 5o horrible!" Then, before they could realize that he was actually amongst them, he was there. They heard only a crash- ing of boughs, the parting of the hedge. He was there on his knees, with his_arms around the terrified woman who had sobbed out his name. Louise, too, swayed upon her feet, her fascinated eves fixed upon the newcomer. Wrayson _understood, then, that in some way this man had indeed come back from the dead. (Continued in_Tomorrow's Star.) P Dispenser o (\Breakfast Cheer FEATURE Is Your Skin Fine? There are very few complexions that can stand the test of close examina- tion in brilliant sunlight. The sun's rays have been well called pitiless since they search out and show up the smallest flaw in one’s complexion. The most common fault is enlarged pores, which are particularly prominent un- der a bright light. No amount of powder or cream can disguise them. They cannot be made fine if one's fiealth is not fairly good and one's di- gestion in practically perfect condi- tion. These physical details must be looked after intelligently. 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Scramble with a knife just as you scramble eggs, until the eggs are set, then serve hot with toasted MAXWELL HOUSE CHEEK-NEAL COFFEE CO. s, oustow, oo .. COFFEE Also Maxwell House Tea ] VILLE RICKMONS. was a long way from the succession. ters came,” Mme. de Melbain congin- She raised her eyebrows. * she answered coldly. ill, there was a good deal of trou- ble when a messenger from Frederick ; went to my father. He declared that | I was altogether too young; my mother, on the other hand, was just as anxious to conclude the match. Eventually it was arranged that the betrothal should take place in six months—and Frederick went back to Mexonia.” Mme. de Melbain paused for a mo- ment. Wrayson felt, from her slightly altered attitude and a signifi- cant lowering of her voice, that she was reaching the part of her narra- tive which she found the most diffi- cult. “We girls,” she contintied, “went back to school, and just at that time Lottse’s brother came over to Brus- sels. I think that I have already told you that the supervision over us was far from strict. There was nothing to prevent Capt. Fitzmaurice being a good deal with us. We had picnics, tennis parties, rides! Long before the six months were up I understood hew foolish I had been. I wrote to Prince Frederick and begged him to release me from our uncompleted en- gagement. His answer was to ap- pear in person. He made a scene. | My mother and father Were now wholly_on his side. Within a few weeks /he had_lost both a cousin and a brother. His succession to the throne was almost & nty. His own people were just as anxious to have him married. I did not know why then, but I found out later on. They bad their way. I believe that things are different in an English home. In mine, I can assure you that I never had any chance. I entered upon my married life without the least possibility of happiness. Need- lesa to say, I never realized any! For the last four years my husband has been trying for a divorce. Very soon it is possible that he will succeed.” Wrayson leaned & little toward her. “Is it permitted, madame, to ask & “Why not?” “You have fought against this di- vorce,” you and your friends, so zeal- ously. Yet your life has been un- happy. Release could.scarcely have been anything but a relief to you!" Mme. de_Melbain raiseq her head slightly. Her brows were a little contracted. From her eyes there flashed the silent fire of a queen’ disdain. “Release! Yes, I would welcome that! If it were death it would be very welcome! But divorce—he to divorce me, he, whose brutality and infidelities_are the scandal of every court in Furope! No! A divorce I never shall accept. Separation I bave insisted upon. ‘Wrayson hesitated for a moment. “May I be pardoned,” he said,. ‘it I repeat to you what I saw in pfint lately—in a famous English paper? They spoke of this divorce case which has lasted so.long; they spoke of it as about to be finally decided. There was some fresh evidence about to be groduced. = special court was to be eld.” ' Mme. de Melbain turned, if possi- ble, a shade paler. “Yes!” she sald slowly, “I have heard of that We have all heard of that. I want to tell you, Mr. Wrayson, what that fresh evidence consists of.” Wrayson bowed and walted. Some- ued. “She left at once for England to see this man. The sum he demanded was impossible. All that she could o o o K CopMICKEC MPRTERS & GRIMOERS My the carriers of deadly and loathsome dis- he declared, “the man Barnes was a pitiful blackmailing lit- palm of M W/Wm ase; amp .l L g} o L. ) of Slltlllo]xgc‘f ET the spicy flavor of Auth’s real frankfurters, made pure and artfully. Their aroma, drifting from within the kitchen’s door, fairly excites “your appetite and makes you HUNGRY! Served with delicious potato salad, generously dabbed with tasty dressing, these Auth’s Sausages provide tiptop midsummer suppers. 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