Evening Star Newspaper, August 9, 1921, Page 15

B Sa Sam At ot dearly own Hold Iy had growa and. | FEATURE PAGE. see who Reddy was waliting for, but no one was to be seen. A little way off lay an old log, but from wheré he sat Sammy couldn’t see trat one end was open or he would have guessed that the one Reddy was waiting for was in that old log. For some time Sammy sat there watching. Nothing happened and at last Sammy grew tired. N There is nothing Sammy Jay de- lights in more than in upsetting "the plans of Reddy Fox. He knew by the way Reddy kept so still that e hoped to catch some one. Sammy’s eyes sparkled with mischief and then he opened his mouth. Y THORNTON W. BURGESS. | mischief never want to be seen or mmy Jay Comes Along. |ing around silently, using those|Thief! Thief!” sharp eves of his for all they are worth, and vou may be sure there is litt they miss, | mmy flitted Reddy looked up and snarled. Then he slowly got to his feet. He knew that it was useless to hide there longer. “Why don’t you mind your r tongue and use o 1 learn much that d y from tree to tree, imy Jay hadn’t anything in par- | g ch to peer this way and [own business and let others attend hout for | ay to see all that was to|to theirs?” he snapped. y d 1y S0 it was that presently “Thief! Thief! Here is Reddy His fam e 1o a tree just above a big|Fox!" screamed Sammy in great glee. As usual, Sammy | Reddy glared up at Sammy, and if wut for themselv ed this w nd looked that way. |looks could kill Sammy would have 10 home dutie: ‘e spent his time | and so it was that he looked right |fallen dead right that instant. As ‘when not 'looking for something to!down into that clump of tall ferns.|it was, he only screamed tte louder. eat in looking for mischief. They moved ever so little. Reddy turned, and with as much dig- Just what promnteg him to fly over | . there wasn't a breath of air |nity as he could trotted away. Sam- to the swamp on the edge of the Big | moving and ferns do not move of |my followed, all the time screaming. River that morning nobody knows. |themselves. Sammy kngw that. Of | “Thief! Here is Reddy Fox! Thief! Perhaps he happened to think that | couw 4 Thief!" he hadn't visited the Swamp for a me one is down among™those Out of the swamp and hal} way long time. Anvway. he flew over thought Sammy, and leaned across the Green Meadows Sammy fol- el t hapnened that b to see = |lowed Reddy Fox, and every one with- rere from the Old O As I said before, Sammy’s eyes are {in hearing knew just where Reddy entered it at the edge near w p. Almost at once he saw | w: Peter Rabbit in the hollow log the hollow log in which Peter|something red. He clanged his posi- | reard and chuckled, for he knew that Reddy Fox.!tion 0 as to cr. ‘Then he|now there was no longer danger from ¢ is looking | chuckled to him; That is Reddy | Reddy. He yawned, crept out of the is very quiet. | Fox hiding thel he muttered. “I|hollow log and stretched. Then he her times he is very noisy. He wonder w scamp is there fom | thought of that poor young Heron in loves to hear the sound of his | H hing for some one." | . and as he did so an idea came voice. But p looking _for N o try to!to Rim. e @ "ALGOHOL-3 PER GENT. 7 Preparationfor?s-} Food wReé“l:'{ Special Care of Baby. ‘That Baby should have a bed of its own all are agreed. Yet it + is more reasonable for an infant to sleep with grown-ups than to use a man’s medicine in an attempt to regulate the delicate organism of that same infant. Either practice is to be shunned. Neither would be tolerated by specialists in children’s diseases. Your Physician will tell you that Baby’s medicine must be prepared with even greater care than Baby’s food. A Baby’s stomach when in good health is too often disarranged by improper food. 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What was in that message which Waverly had sent to her, and what was her connection —a rank outsider — with the set in which the Crevelings had moved? That some community of in- terest drew them together was plain, but what could there be in common between a -gentleman like Johm O'Rourke mnd a bounder like Waver- ly, an aristocrat such as Mrs. Crevel- ing and a climber of Mrs. Kip's type? Could the answer be found among the others of their immediate circle? It was almost 3 o'clock when, hav- ing finished his meal, McCarty hailed a taxi and drove to the St. Maur apartments on Madison avenue. Mrs. Lonsdale Ford was .at home and would see him. Reluctantly he dropped in the elevator the news- paper which he had purchased on leaving the lunchroom and in_which his interview with Jimmie Ballard appeared with arrant embellishments, trusting that acopy of it had not yet reached the eyes of the lady upon whom he was calling, but his hope was a vain one. Even as an obsequi- ous Japanese butler ushered him into the drawing-room the curtains lead- ing to the library parted and a slen- der Jittle woman with roynd, china-blue eyes and hair like spun flax fairly pre- cipitated herself upon him. “Oh, you're Officer MeCarty. féund poor Mr. Creveling’s body e exclaimed in a high, babbling voice. “I've been reading about you in the paper. Please, please tell me how it happened! I tried to get Mrs Creveling on the phone. but she wouldn't talk to me or else Stella Waverly wouldn't let her! I can't get my husband until the stock market closes and I've been just wildy’ “The Crevellngs are great friends of yours, ma'am?’ “Of course! This is the most shock- ing thing!’ She seemed to speak in italics and her tone suggested that the shock was more exciting than de- plorable. “Lonny—my husband—and Mr. Creveligg have put through sev- eral deals 'together and they were great pals! I think Mrs. Creveling is just the sweetest thing; I've missed her horribly since she has been out of town!—But did Mr. Creveling kill himself? Of course, you found the pistol in his hand, the paper says, but then there was that burglar you cap- tured. I think it was too brave of you for anything!” McCarty eyed the doll-like face be- fore him with its insipid prettiness and his wonderment grew. “Sweet” was not a term he would have applied to the strong, self-contained Mrs. Creveling. What could there be in common between her and this shal- low, empty-headed little creature? “'Tis the opinion of the medical | examiner that it was suicide, ma'am,” he said gravely. “We're trying to find out from Mr. Creveling's friends if they knew of any reason he could have for killing himself; if he seemed In troudle or low in his mind. When was the last time you or your hus- hand saw him?" “I think Lonny saw him only yes- terday, on business. The last time we met him together was on Tuesday eve- ning, and we expected him last night, but he didn't appear.” “He had an engagement with you?’ Mrs. Ford bit her pouting under- lip and for the merest second the round, childish, blue eyes narrowed with a shrewdness oddly foreign and incongruous to them. “Not with us, and it wasn't an—ap engagement exactly. My husband and 1 dined and spent the evening with Mr. Cutter and they are such inseparable friends that we rather thought he might drop in." A sudden remembrance of Douglas Waverly's testimony flashed across McCarty's mind. The last time he ad- mitted having seen Creveling had been on Tuesday evening also, at the house of Nicholas Cutter. “'Twas at Mr. Cutter’s that you jsaw him on Tuesday. then, wasn't it?" he asked. “Who else was there?” “The O'Rourkes and Mr. Douglas {Waverly and Mrs. Baillie Kip.” Mrs. 1Ford spoke haltingly and the high !treble voice lowered. “Mr. cemed in the very best of spirit Iways was when he—" | “When he what. ma’'am?’ McCarty iprompted quickly as she paused. i The blue eyes fell and she began ifiddling nervously with the many irings which covered her small fingers. { “When he'd got something that he wanted.” The words came in a little rush. “He had a perfect craze for antiques, you know; musty old tapes- tries and faded rugs and books that nobody ever heard of. This time it was a rug, I think, with some queer unpronounceable name. He's been after it for months—" “T see,” McCarty interrupted dryly. i“Do you remember, ma'am, whether him and Mr. Waverly had much talk together that night? X “Why, no!” The blue eyes opened {wide once more. “I don’t remember that they even spoke, but I wasn't {paying any attention to them. I know |Mr. Creveling left early, very soon lafter Mr. Waverly came.” “Is it a habit of Mr. Cutter's to en- {tertain so much in his own house?’ Mrs. Ford stared at him and opened her 1ips to reply when there came the sound of a key grating in the lock of the hall door, and with a glad little iery she sprang up and rushed from lthe room. McCarty heard the door {open and close, a muffied exclamation {—"Oh, Lonny!"—and then a man’s voice rasped out hoarsely: “You've heard, Nellie? _You know? We're done for, girl! Done for!” CHAPTER X. Tlsa. As the significance of the harsh, despairing cry ‘penetrated his mind McCarty half rose from his chair in the Fordg' gawdy drawing room and {then sank back into it again, for the woman’'s voice rose sharply. “The man is here! The #nan who found the body- The shrill tones ceased in a gurgle +as though a hand had been laid sud- denly over her lips and a low mutter treplied to her, in which the only dis- tinct wlrds that came to McCarty’s | |ears were “confounded little fnol"“ I Creveling he { { i Some question evidently followed, to ! which she replied in a sibilant whisper, and then a tall, lanky man with hair ! thinning at the templ and eager, !harassed, brown cyes strode into the room. { “What do you want?” he demanded. {“What are you doing here?” ! “T've’been sent by the inspector in icharge of the investigation into { Eugene Creveling's death, re- {sponded McCarty, ising. i nWELL, what about it asked truculently. “We knew him, of~course, but why have you come fo us?” “To_find out if you could help us get at any reason for his suicide,” George Alexander says you ° tagonism in Ford's manner. “Mr. GGeorge Alexander says you were a friend of Mr. Creveling’s and Mrs. Ford told me just now that you and I him - have put through some deals together; you might kmow if any- thing had been: preying on the mind of him.” ! eh?” sir,” the other “Suicide, Ford's tone was cooler; as though he had in & meas- | ure regained composure. “How the devil should I know his affairs if his own family don’'t? Alexander is a_doddering ass, and as for my wife, -she knows nothing about my busine: she probably heard some propositions discussed in a geheral way and jumped to conclusions. You've got no right te come here and question her or me either! We've Fto._('hllll to say, and that's the end of | “You saw Creveling: yesterday— McCarty persisted. “How In hell do you know, that?” N BY ISABEL OSTRANDER. Author of “The Island of Intrigue,” “Suspense,” “Ashes to Ashes,” etc. ~ Copyright, 1921, by Robert M. McBride & Co. Ford exploded suddenly and turned upon his wife, who stood shrinking- 1y in the doorway. infernal chatter, eh? learn to keep your mouth shut!” ha with him,"” “What was the nature of that busi- ress, wife keep- quiet about it?” ter!” “A proposition between us two alone and it had nothing to do with what- ever happened last night; we didn"t come to any decision, anyway. sorry Creveling’s dead, of course, but if he killed himself he probably knew what he was about. and you've got a devil of a nerve to come here and try amine my wife merely because we happened to be acquainted with the Crevelings! spector or the police commissioner himself if you like and say that if we are annoyed any farther or drag- ged into this there will be trouble. T've got Influence in this town!” and his bloodshot eyes gl: Carty as the latter nodd quiet_like, as I've been to wost of Mr. to save them ity, to that we've got to establish a motive for suicide or there may be a lot more unpleasant notoriety concerned.” \ fuse sir! door: *“More of your Will you never “You had a Dusiness conference McCarty interposed firmly. Mr. Ford? Why should your “Because it was a confidential mat- the other retorted savagely. I'm I don’t to cross-ex- Go back to your in- ‘The man’s hands worked nervously | Mrs. d at Mc- “Very well, sir. I came to- you Creveling’s other close friends the trouble of public- of being subpoenaed if it comes that. You'll appreciate the fact for all “We are not concerned, and I re-| to discuss the matter further, We know nothing of Creveling's private affaf suicide.” O oor: “Good afternoon!” With & who stepped aside as though in a daze to let him pass, McCarty left the ropm and as he shot downward in (BE elevator the scene which had just occugred Impressed itself upon him with a new and two-fold svg- gestion of mystery. | dently beside nimself, on the brink of desperation—why? being “done for,” together with Mrs. Ford's warning that the man who had found seemed to hold an unmistakable and damntng _significance, quent manner was a puzzle. almost as though some other and quite irrelevant issue confronted him, something beside which the manner of Creveling’s death was of small moment. to get heedless created. face as McCarty passed her, returned to the latter’s mind. Terror had been written there and bewilder- ment as though a crushing blow had descended upon her, played lively apprehension before the arrival of her husband. Was she clever enough to have dissembled? her odd hesitation, flash of skrewdness which had darted from her eyes, but shook his head doubtfully. What was the matter with every- body, anyway? Creveling, Mrs. Kip, and now t them seemed to be holding back, concealing something, at every step of the way! conspiracy of silence, or had each of them a separate secret? On a sudden westward once more to Fifth avenue and back to the Creveling house. was there the whole thing had start- ed and there perhaps that the key might be found. (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) McCarty out rs and no motive for his Ford gestured toward the slight bow to Mrs. Ford, me. Ford was evi- of the His cry of “the body” was there, yet his subse- It w; His concern appeared chiefly of the way, of ‘the impression he The look upon his wife's oo, yet she had dis- interest rather than He remembered that momentary Alexander, the valet, Douglas Waverly, Fords! All of bloeking him Was it a|heart. impluse he turned there's It ZURNITURE at least once. LISTEN, WORLD! By Elsie Robinson. universe. ’FOI’ mry ssip- ing Harriet, theres a gabbling Harry ® FEATURE PAGE I'mi about to make the welkin ring, I'm not exactly sure what a welkin is, but it sounds like somebody mak- ing an extra large noise, and that's It's all because of this grand old theory that women are the gossips I've heard it ever since I started being a woman which is a sufficient time to hear everything Of all the criticisms popularly applied to woman, this is the one most dear to the masculine Even the women themselves anything in abbing Harry it more choosy ‘the accept it—as if it were a failing pe- culiarly feminine, like being afraid of mice and liking perfurge. Whereas, if vegetable, mineral or animal kingdom that truly likes a bit of gossip. it's man. © every gossiping Harriet And Harry's out his gos- IIIIIIllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII‘IIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIII sip than Harrlet, either. 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