Evening Star Newspaper, October 4, 1921, Page 26

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Look for the “Wear- Eer” window display (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) ‘|1 ‘'You promised me you'd go home, na cut this out! said Kelly in sharp reproéf. “Now, go on!” He turned on the detective. ‘'Yes, and you, too!" Get out of here! Yon ought to know better! The man's had enough! Haven't you got anything else to do than hang around bumming drinks? I know you, and I've a mind to report you! Get out!” Dave Henderson slunk out through the door without protest. On the side- walk the man with the brown peaked cap joined him. “Kelly's sore.” Dave Henderson's tones were heavy with tolerant pity and magnanimous forgiveness. “Or friend—be all right tomorrow. Letsh 80 somewhere else for a drink. What- sher shay?” “Sure!” said the man in the brown peaked cap. ‘The detective was complacently agreeable to all suggestions. It wi Dave Henderson who acted as guld and he began a circuit of saloons in a direction that brought him sensibly nearer at each visit to the street and house occupied by one Nicolo Capriano. In the same block with Capriano’s house he had noticed that there was also a saloon, and if Capriano’s hou had an exit on the lane, so, likewise, it was logical to presume, had saloon. And that saloon now, barring intermediate stops, was his objective. But he was in no hurry. There was one point on which he had still to satis- fy himself before he gave this man Speen the slip in that saloon, and, By the ‘lane, gained the rear door of Nicolo Capriano’s house. He knew now that he was dealing with the police; but was Speen detailed alone to the case, or did Speen have assistance at hand in the background —assistance enough, say, scared off, any move on the part of Bookie Skarvan’'s and Baldy Vickers’ gang, of whom, certainly, he had seen nothing as yet? FROM NOW ON - BY FRANK L. PACKARD. Oopyright, 1981, by Public Ledger Oo. Copyright, 1081, by R. K. Davis Corp. room for armplay now and - five men were crowding in. caught a glimpse of a face among them that he knew—a little wizened face, crowned with flaming red hair— Runty Henderson dropped to his hands and knees. him, s though from the swing of a terrific blow that, meeting with no resistance, midair—then the forward lunge of a heavy body, a sna: brulser stumbled over Dave Hender son’ crash, as Dave Henderson grappled. low down at the other's knees, and the man .went to the floor. other, for all his welght and bulk, was lithe and agile, and his arms, flung out, circled and locked around Dave Henderson's neck. Feet scuffied; chairs ai pled over in the darkhess. Shouts, yells and curses made a din infernal. Dave Henderson wrenched and tore at the arms around his neck. had trailed him; Baldy Vickers' gang had trailed the police. was one of the gang. They had to get rid of the police, in the person of Speen, again before they got him, Henderson. And thought him drunk and an easy prey. With Speen unconscious from a quar- around the upper end df the room— ho remembered now-—the man had T ave | come in just behin e bruiser— wouldn't dare shoot—he had that ad- vantage—dead, to them—they wanted that—hundred —thousand—dollars. The Old Gardener Says: - Many gardeners get enough surplus beans in their gardens to give them beans for baking all the winter through. Of course the beans must be thor- oughly dried and then removed from the vines. It is a good plan to pull up the vines and tie them to stakes or spread them on racks until the beans ripen, for if left out through a few heavy rains they are likely to be beaten down and lost, There - are several _ways of threshing out the beards. One of jthe easiest is to put them in a barrel and pound them with a stick, or if there are only & few, into a bag, the bag being beaten on the floor. Boxer scrambled to his feet and then A Badly Frightened Little —well, the fact is he didn't know Bear. « |Which way to go. You see, when he . ;fla running from those angry Yel- BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. ow-Jackets he had been too fright- ho rune from trouble and is heedle :;19(}‘ !du notice where he was going. A E e had twisted and dodged this way Left-over Fish Good Basis for Many | May suffer that which 1s quite needie, and that way, trying to keep underl Appetizing Dishes —Mrs. Bear. :Ee buhéhes, 2nd that had been his one . When Boxer ran away from the|'jouSht. Bo: tood d Left-over fish is good scalloped|yellow-Jackets in the blueberry patch look:;r(;lgowa';?at:\':lI:;:a:u‘r\"ayl,e fi.‘!,.‘a’n‘g with a little cheese ’or crenl:ed n:d he had just one thought in his fuhny | to ice some sign of Mother Bear. He served on toast, or it can be made|ljttle hea. 5 cocked his funny little ears to catch Into & fish mold, which fs e8pecially |as far wad un san mrecsbet 4727 | some Sound that would tell him where good served on lettuce with salad th: 1 possible from | he was. But he saw nothing but dressing, say food specialists of the|that place where such sharp, flery United States Department of Agri-|pains struck him without warning. culture. At first he didn't understand at all ; bl Fish Mold—One egg, two tableSpoon®|the cause of those pzins. It wasn't vinegar, one and one-half tablespoons cold water, half -teaspoon salt, third{until he saw a Yellow-Jacket dart down on one of his paws and then teaspoon sugar, one tabiespoon gela- felt the sharp sting just where the tin, quarter cup cold water, one cup minced cooked fish and quarter tea- spoon celery seed. Yellow-Jacket had touched that he Beat egg until light, add seasonings, | knew that those flerce little insects were the cause of his fright and pain. So, with only the thought of getting water and vinegar, and beat tho oughly. Cook over boiling: water until away in his head, he took no notice of where he was going. He simply thickened. Soften the gelatin in the ran and ran until he could run no cold water and dissolve by placing over hot water. Add the dissolved gelatin and the fish to the dressing given above. Mold in individual cups |longer. His breath was gone; he was tired enough to drop ;he just had to stop. Of course, by this time he had left the Yellow-Jackets far behind. or one large mold. This dish is economical and appetizing and with Few had followed him, anyway, for most of them had attacked Buster bread and butter and some fresh, canned or cooked dried fruit makes a Bear. So, for a while, he lay there and panted and whined, and licked good supper or lunch. Fish Chowder.—Fish chowder made by the following receipe 18 a whole such of the places where he had been | HE HADN'T THE LEAST TOEA stung as he could reach with his| WHERE THE RIGHT BLUEPLIRY tongue, and felt that he was the| PATCH WAS. dinner in one dish: one and a half pounds fish (fresh, salt, canned or most miserable and abused little Bear a in all the Great World. nches out from the bar. He wanted The sireet door opened. Four or He Mott. And then the lights went out. Quick as_a lightning flash Dave There was a grunt above —— had overreached itself in an oath, as the crouched form—and then a But the The place was in pandemonium. h tables top- He saw it all now—all. The police The bruiser to cover their own trail Dave had [left over), nine 1aedium-sized pota- toes, peeled and cut in small pieces, one onion, sliced, two cups carrots they, too, berry patch to be seen. The truth is| he had been going straight away from it. He went a little farther, without panting. He felt rested in his | then changed his mind and started in legs. The places where he had been!another direction. Pretty soon he stung didn’t ache quite so hard. He | saw an opening ahead. He began to would go look for Mother Bear and |run. When he reached it he saw Woof-Woof. They couldn’'t be far|blueberries and his heart flour with one-half cup of the cold milk and blend it with the liquid in the pot. Add the rest of the milk and the fish, which has been removed from the bone and cut in small pieces. Cook until the fish is tender or for about ten minutes. Serve hot. Omit could just get to mother he would be safe and his troubles at an end. accounted for the lights—they At last Boxer was able to breathe he wasn't any good A half hour passed. Several saloons were . visited. Dave Henderson no longer cupped hfs hand around his glass. Having had nothing to start with, he could drink frankly, and a shaky hand- could be trusted to spill any ovépgenerous portion: They became confidential. He confided to Speen what Speen already knew— that he, Dave Henderson, was Dave Henderson, and just out from the penitentiary. Speen, stating that his name was Monohan, reciprocated with mendacious confidences that implied he was puritanical in neither his mode of life nor his means of liveli- hood—and. began to throw out hints that he was not averse to a share in |\ any game that Dave Henderson might have on hand. Dave Henderson got along very| badly now between the various oases that quenched his raging thirst. He leaned heavily on Speen, he stumbled frequently, and, in stumbling, ob- tained equally frequent views of both sides of the street behind him. No one seemed to be paying any atten- tion to his companion or himself, and yet once or twice he had caught sight of skulking figures that, momentarily at least, had aroused his suspicions. But in this neighborhood there were many skulking figures! Again he could not be sure; but the saloon in Capriano's block was the next one ahead now, and certainly nothing had transpired that would seem to neces- sitate any change being made in his plans. Speen, too, was felgning now a cer- tain degree of intoxication. They reached the saloon, reeled through the door, arm in arm, and ranged up alongside the bar. Dave Henderson' eyes swept his surroundings, critical of every detail. It was an unpleas- ant and dirty plac and the few loungers, some seated at little table. some hanging ‘over .the bar ({tself, were a hard and ugly looking lot. The clientele, however, interested Dave Henderson very little—at' the rear of thd room, and but a few yards from the end of the bar, there was an open door, discloisng a short pas- sage beyond, that interested him a great deal more! Beyond that pas- ge was undoubtedly the back yard, and beyond that again was the lane. He.had no desire to harm Speen, none whatever; but if any one of a dozen pretexts, that he might make to elude the man for the moment or two that was necessary to gain the yard un- observed, did not suceed, and Speen persisted in following him out there into the yard—well, so much the worse for Speen that was al He was arguing now with Speen, each claiming the right to pay for the drink—but his mind was sifting through those dozen pretexts for the most plausible one to employ. He kept on arguing. Customers slouch- ‘ed in and out of the place; some sat down at the tables, some came to the bar. One, a hulk of a man, unshaven, with bull-breadth shoulders, with nose flattened over on one side of his cheek, stepped up to the bar beside Speen. Speen’s back was turned, but the man grinned hospitably at Dave Henderson over Speen’s shoulder, as he listened to the argument for a moment. * “Put.away your money, son, an' have a drink with me,” he invited. Speen turned. The grin on the battered face of the newcomer faded instantly, as he stared with apparently sudden recog- nition into Speen's face; and a black, ugly scowl spread over the already unhandsome features. “Oh, it's you, is {t?” he said hoarsely, and licked his lips. “By God, you got a nerve to come down here—you have! You dirty police spy!” peen was evidently not easily stampeded. He eyed the other levelly. | “I guess you've got the wrong man, haven't you?’ he returned coolly enough. “My name's Monahan, and I don’t know you.’ “You lie!” snarled the other vicious- And you ly. “Your name's Speen! don’t know me—don’'t you?” ‘No!” said Speen. “You don’t eh?” The man thrust his face almost into Speen’s. “You don't remember a year ago gettin’ me six months on a fake plant, eith- er, 1 suppos ‘No!" said Speen. You n’t, eh?” snarled the man again. “A hell of a bad memory you've got, ain’'t you? Well, I'll fix it for you so you won't forget me so easy next time, and— It came quick, without warning— before Dave Henderson could move. He saw a great, grimy fist whip for- ward to the point of Speen’s jaw, and he caught a tiny reflected gleam of light from an ugly brass knuckle- duster on one of the fingers of the clenched fist; and Speen’s knees seem- €d to crumble up under him, and he ‘went down in a heap to the floor. Dave Henderson straightened up from the bar a hard, grim smile twisting across his lips. It had been a brutal act. Speen might be policeman, and . Speen, lying there senseless, solved a certain little dif- ficulty without further effort on his, Dave Henderson's, part; but the bru- tality of the act had him in its grip. There was a curious itching at his finger tips for a clutch that would maul this already battered bruiser’s face beyond recognition. His eyes circled the room. The men at the tables had risen to their feet; some ‘were pushing forward, d one, he saw over his shoulder, ran around the far end of the bar and disappeared. Speen lay inert, a huddled thing on the floor, a crimson stream spilling its way down over the man's white collar. The twisted smile on Dave Hender- son’s lips deepened. The bruiser was watching him .like a cat, and there was a leer ‘on the other’s face that seemed to possess some.hidden sig- nificance. Well, perhaps he would change that leer with whatever its significance might be into something still more unhappy! He moved a few i ' [the salt pork if desired and use a tablespoon of other fat. away. He wa® quite sure of that. So |leap for joy. But when he sat up for | (Continued in Tomorrow’s Star.) PLlaplan. Vells of all sorts are popular this fall. Here is a tied-in-front veil that is quilde captivating around the brim of you: s the veil e e gather the bottom edge. rows of gathers.) around the gathered end of the veil. Finish with a silk ta: front veil will look exceedingly smart with a small hat worn with a fall Things You'll Like to ten your veil Bring the front and (Make three Crochet a ball around to A tied-in- suit. ) Copyrighe, 1021y | ORA L e Orange Tarts. Roll some puff paste to one-eighth of an inch in_thickness. Cut it with a fluted, round cutter. From one- half of these remove the centers with a small circular cutter, leaving rings one-half an inch wide. the edges of the larger pieces with' cold water and Fill with a mixture tablespoons of butter creamed with four heaping tablespoons of sugar, two well spoons of sponge cake crumbs, three tablespoons of cream and the grated rind and juice of two oranges. well together. tity in each tart and bake for fifteen minut Brush fit on the rings. made of four beaten eggs, four table- Mix Place a small quan- look around hi trees and bushes. He heard nothing|was a blu, ; heart sank. It tch, but it wasn't rel that even Speen, when he recov-|cut in pieces, quarter pound salt pork,| The noisc Buster Bear had made as | at all. 1 X 5 the blucb: tch. vi :;:?,y:,::olge ngee; ;oernetctqu‘t‘r&“:l; {:;f:spg‘:)fi!u flr?):}:( pepper and three r« hc‘r:m?{edluv:'ay tthruugh (!he b;ush "uthw;:n:;. Motherhan% ‘Woof-Woof | much smal b :hBoxl:-lr l‘:n‘e-w ‘1’;?; 3 , n s efforts to get away from those |are bacl ere in the berry patch,”|he was los adn' :w:yla:vem:iecr:g‘t;fzgh A";fihgslt 2;’; Cut pork in small pleces and fry|spiteful Yellow-Jackets, together with |.said he to himself hopefully. “All 1{whe }Ix.« ;‘x.}f: l"’l‘:ji%:r;‘?'eplafiacsl: éf:: ARy e e b standers in the |With the chopped onion for five min- | his growls and snarls as he fought have to do is to go back there and| He had been lost once before, as place knowing what was going on. utes. Put pork, onions, carrots and|them, had added to the little cub's|that isn’t very far. 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