Evening Star Newspaper, October 25, 1921, Page 21

FEATURE PAGE. never tasted Ancre Cheese, else he'd never said, “there’s nothing new under the sun.” New, Coated, Sanitary Wrapper ANCRE CHEESE | Made by SHARPLESS, P = - o _(Conunued from \'eslerd’nrn St.‘:.r:) Spectal * Electric Toaster ° BY FRANK The other came quickly forward now {with outstretched hand. ® - Any friend of Baldy Vickers is a friend of mine,” he said heartily. |want to 8ee me—eh? Well, come along, cull, where we can_talk. He led the way a little further down I the passage, and into another room, and closedl the door. The furnishings Lere were meager, and evidently re- stricted entirely to the votaries of PODDY. was a couch, and be- side it a small tabouret for the opium smoker’s paraphernalia. possessed himself of thes tabouret, ith he straddled. | Sit_down,” he invited.- nk?" Guaranteed for 1 Year Yo, sald Bookie Skarva Tank: {just the same. T guess I won't The H. L. Scharr |liiicnu. S5 ey fo e bu Electric Co. ‘739 11th St. N.W. corpion nodded. Phone Main 1286, “Have a Sure—all right!” he agreed. “Well, we'll get to cases, then. Baldy sa: In his letter that you and him ire n on a deal, and that you may want !a card er two slipped you %o fill your ihand. Wha he 1 nd what can I do for you - its a bi. of a long story.” Bookie ved the cigar butt from it contemplatively for a {moment, v flung it away, fished {another cigar from his pocket, ‘and. without lighting it, settled it firmly back tegth. “T got to be fair with you." he daid, “Baldy sai ihe handed it to you straight in the letter, but I_got to make sure.You understand. We think we got a good thing, and. if it is,.anything vou do ain't_going for nothing; but there's lalways the chance that it's a bubble, and’that there's a hole gets kicked in it” . ‘That’s all ‘right!” saiq Cunny Smeeks, alias the Scorpion, easi 4 ! there's anything coming I'll get mine —and I'm satisfied with any division that Baldy puts abross. Baldy and {me know each other pretty well. You igan forget all that end of it—Bald the whitest boy I ever met, and what Baldy says goes with me ail the way. {Go ahead with the story—spill | “The details don't count with said Bookie Skarvan slowly there's no use gumming up the time with them. The bet is that a nice, isweet, little Italian girl, that's just piked faster'n hell across the con- inent, knows where there's a hundred ithousand dollars in cold gash. that iwas pinched and hidden fiveYears ago {by a fellow named Dave Henderson— |see? Dave served his spaces, and go {out a few days ago—and croaked— got blown up with a Dago bomb—get ime? He djdn’t have no time to enjoy his wealth—kind of tough. eh? Well ihe stood in with this Italian girl's ther, an old crook named Nicolo riamo. and he went there the night he got out of prison. The-way we gotit doped out is that the old Italian, aft getting next to where the money was, bumped off Dave Henderson him- self—sec? Then Nicolo dies of heart | disease, ami the girl hardly waits to jbury the old man decently, and beats it for here—me trailing her on the same train. Well.s1 guess that's all— vou can figure for yourself, why we're interested in the girl” 5 “I get you id the Scorpion, with a sinister grin. “It don’t look very hard bucking up against a lone female, and I guess you can telegraph 3 Baldy that he ‘t need to worry. £\ | What do you want—a bunch to pinch the girl, or a box-worker to cragk the safe? You can have anything bat's on tap—and 1 guess that ain’t pass- ing up many bets.” i Bookie Skarvan shook his head. | “I don't want- either—not yet,” he {safd. “The girl ain't got tha money |vet, and there ain't anything te do {but just watch her and keep her from |etting scared until she either grabs [it, or lets out where it is.” He lean- jed forward toward the Scorpion. “D've iknow a place, not Tar from here, that's {called the Iron Tavern?” he demanded {abruptly. a1 £ i ,The Scorplon shrugged his shoul- iaer: Everybody knows it!” he sald.cau- stically. “It's a dump! It's the rendezvous of the worst outfit of| {blackhanders in Ameriéa; and the guy |that runs it, ‘a fellow, named -Dago | George, runs the gang® too—and he’s But what's that got to do ST D DR e Make sure your Coffee is fresh when you get it and then keep it fresh! A covered fruit-jar is ideal for this purpose. JOINT COFFEE TRADE PUBLICITY COMMITTEE 74 Wall Strest New York Do the %’éggfi(fin& I ED. PINAUD’S HAIR TONIC 15 of course! said Bookie she is, eh?” There was a new ang sudden interest in the Scorpion’s | voice. : | “She went there from the train with e |her grips.” Bookie Skarvan's cigar | grew restive in his mouth. “Well, me, {too, I'm for the same jaint, only I = < {don’t want to take any chances spill- Remove Those Skin, 5 252 v aerae wmen sioe ° [ — x sald Bookle Skarvan. “No, I Discolorations Iun'to afraid 6f that. She never got a- peep at me on the train, and she only Use the Popular VSkin z Beautifier—Beauty Bleach saw me once before in her life, and that time, bekides it being dark and me being outside on the front doorstep, she was so scared I might hhve been a lamppost, for all she'd know me again. It was the night her old man ter | CToBked—see? No, I ain’t afrald of O e e T e | her—bug 1 couldn’t afford to take any the skin Beauty Bieach—a delightfully jchances%by blowing there right ragrant cream. Next morning, agaio cleanse after her. I wasn't afraid of her, but T T T L W rasohiy |I had my fingers crossed on whoever 3 o ng. healing Cleansin Cromm. P Four akin Js then ready for your face |Tan the placé, and I guess, after what Dowder and rouge. you've said, that my hunch was right. Nack d White Beauty Bleach ha: A It* was a queer place for her to go ek i remave tan sunburn, | freckies, |TIght Off the bat the minute she landed liver spots, make the skin in New York, and she didn’t go there routhtul-tinted. Instead of to a deceht hotel just by Rlack and White Cleansing Cream is ideal | Juck—get me? tor cleansing the skin, relieving chaps and [gtand in pretty thick—and if she did, other Irritations. z and I blew in right on top of her, the Riack and White Beauty Bleach, 60c; Black {hetting odds were about.one” miillion 1 White Soap, 25¢: Black and White Oleans- dollars fo a peanut that I'd be a = T'm sure of it now that you . 20c and 50c, can be found at good | ‘and department stores. Write Plongh, | sucker. for Dream bhook and leaflet isay the fellow who runs.it is a Dago about Black and White clear, soft and in the same old line of business that her father was in. What?" The Scorpion’s pale blue eyes scru- tinized " Bookie .Skarvan's face—and lighted with.a curious benignity. “You and Baldy make a pretty good combination, I -guess!” he observed with dry admiration. Bookie Skarvan {indulged In His wheeay chuckle. “We've had a little luck together once in & while,” he admitted modest- 1y. ‘Well, you gdt me, don’t you? I've got to get Into that Iron Tavern Joh:lt Just }he s;nn Tl‘;na:‘um first card we play. I figures t mabbe this' Dago George would know you by reputation anyhow, and that you could fix it for me without it looking as though it were anything more than a friend of yours, say, who'd got into a little temporary difficulty with the police down in ,Baltimore, say, and ‘was keeping quiet and retired for a few days till the worst of it blew over —and that you'd picked' out his joint as the best bet for me. Dyed Her Wrap, J Skirt, Sweater : and Draperies “Sa; he sald cordially, ‘I'm gla¥ I met you! That llstens good! Sure! * I guess I can fix that! Dago George B ant R now 3 dpe e Dy Pk aE e oy |don't love each other any more than Farment or Gramint AnY oTh maed |youd notite—but he knows where he that will not streak, spot, fade or run. ? oft with Cunny .Smeeks! Y Perfect home dyeing is guaranteed |t paonar o o 2nd T1l get him on with Di - nith Digmand 2ver ovan 1ot Bave | \Sumns” e, it the Scorton of the elite of the New York under- drugglst whether the material you|yorig, left the room. Bookie Sharvan wish to dye is wool or silk, or whether | mOTS, [OFt 100 VOO, BOOCLe STArVES it oJe linen, cotton, or mixed goods.|couch. He smiled softly—and ohewed For fifty-one years millions of Women | contentedly on his eigar. Things were iaye bon Saing *Bismend Dy o | oking weit - ‘wear to eir o] 8l K s " Walsts, akirts, & - 'wu.tu'y, “There’s nothing like credit in this wicked world,” Bookle Skarvan con- :,‘I‘l’:}‘fl draperies, hangings. every- | 4404 sapiently to himself. “T niay.have abruptly. “8: R TRTTRRT TR The Scorpion pointed to the couch; |Th * [across his ey .| Bookie Cl 1 figured she.might | ‘The Scorplon got up‘from his seat | e ain’t exactly pals, and’.we|. L. PACKARD. coin. Tt looks pretty good now, and I guess I can see it coming—and I guess I won't have to wait as long as 1Baldy will!” He wagged his head pleasantly. “I never was fond of San Francisco—and 1 always wanted to travel! Perhaps Baldy and Mr. Cunny Smeeks won't be such good friends by-and-by. I dunno! I only know that Bookle Skarvan won't be sticking around to see them go into mourning for their share of that hundred thou- sand that they think they're going to get—not so0's you'd observe it!" Bookie Skarvan's eyes swept the den indifferently and without interest. y fastened finally on the toe of his own boot. The minutes passed, and a: they passed a scowl came gradually. to Bookie Skarvan's face, and a fat hand in a_ sudden nervous geature jwent to his forehead and brushed 3 His thoughts seemed to have veered into a less. pleasant channel. “Yes,” he muttered, “you can take it from me that 1 ain’t sorry Dave Henderson's dead—not very! He never saw all my cards, and that's the one hold Baldy had on me.” The room wis apparently overheated—for a fat man. A bead of sweat came out on rvan's forehead. He swore savagel You damn fool, can’t you forget ! You're not afraid of a dead man now, are you!” 'he Scorpion’ cume back. ‘Come on!" he said, from the door- way. “It's fixed! He put up a howl and [wouldn't stand for it at first, and he Kicked so hard I guess he's in with the ¥irl all right. He said he had no place to put anybody; but he came lacross all right—with a twist of the e You're a friend ot mine, and your Baltimore spiel goes—see?" The le bLlue eyes darkened suddenly. ou get what I've done. don’ ? Dago George don't forgive easil t this thing busts open and Dago orge tumbles to what I've handed him, I'm mabbe going to have a little gang war on my hands.” “I get you!" sald Bookie Skarvan earnestly, as he joined the other in the doorway. “And that goes into the bill at a hundred cents on the dollar—and you know Baldy well enough to know what that means.” The Scorpjon laughed. well, it's nothing to worry ! As I told you, I've never been very fond of Dago anyhow, and guess 1 can take care of anything he wants to start. 'd be only one of us in at the 4 it “wouldn't be Dago ge! You can go the limit, and you'll find you've got -the biggest bac v count—in little old come on over, and stuft!” said Bookie ompanied the other Baldy said you were and T guess I got to! " He chuckled sud- as they went ‘The Baltimore and Dago George! T guess I can handle to the street. the real goos later, in a room the Iron Tavern, *handling” Dago dctaining hand on the proprictor’s the latter was bidding him g ght. here, hispered Bookie Skarvan. “I know you're.on the level because Curny Smeeks says so; but I got to lay low, damned low—savvy? I ain't for meeting people—not even for passing.‘em out in the hall there. So how about it? Have I got neigh- bors? I ain't taking any chances. Dago George laid his forefinger along his nose—and smiled reassur- ingly. E “Al, yes!" he sald. “Yes, yes, I un- derstand—eh? But you need have no fear. 1 do not take guests, except" he shrugged his shoulders—*“except— you understand, eh?—to oblige a friend like Cunny Smeeks. Otherwise™ —agaln the shoulders lifted—"I would not have the so-great honor of offer- ing you a room.. Is it not so? Well, then, there is no one here, except’— he jerked his thumb toward the oppo- sité door across the hall—“my niece, who will net trouble you; and In the next room to hers a friend of niine. who will not trouble you either. There is no one else. You need have no {ear 1 assure you, yon need have no ear. : Bookie Skarvan nodded. “That's all right, then,” he sald in a cordial and relieved tone. “It's only that I got to be careful.” 5 | He shopk hands with Dago George as the latter.again bade him good. night. He closed his door and eat down. The bulge of the protruding | clgar .butt metamorphosed what was lintended for an amiable smile into an unlovely grimace. ‘Niece—eh?” murmured Skarvan to himself. Bookie ‘Well, well—and im the room across the hall! I g I won't go to bed just yet, not jus lyle!h—b'nt I guess I'll put out the ght. (Contihued in Tomorrow’s Star.) ————— Rich Currant Cake. Sift one and one-half pounds of flour, one-half “teaspoon of cream of tartar and a little soda, add & pinch of salt. Cream one-half pound of butter and one-fourth pound of gran- ulated sugar together. When well beaten add three eggs, one at a time, mix thoroughly and then work in one-fourth pound of - currants and' one ounce of candied citron cut in fine shreds. If too stiff, add a little imllk. Bake for about forty minutes. —_— Sweet Sixteen Sandwiches. Buy some square baker's rusks and cut them up and down in thin slices. Spread them with butter or peanut butter, then spread them with sweet chocolate, melted, or chocolate cream drops mashed or cut in- slices can be used as a flling. Definitely Guaranteed Will help prevent contagious and gther B diseut}uels. . pray it regularly in the home and it didinfects, purifies the air, destroys foul, . disease- breeding odors, and refreshes stuffy rooms. Also kills roaches and ' flies;. cleans bath- rooms, windows, marble, tile or enamel fixtures. ‘Will not stain. . At drug, grocery, hardware and de- partment store Smeeks before I'm thfough, mabbe quite a fat lttle bill—but can al- ways send it to Baldy—If I'm not What? It's beginning to look to run up quite a bill with Mr. Cunny b N THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON. ' FROM NOW ON STEN, WORLD! BY ELSIE ROBINSON. ‘Ll I have just returned from great adventure. I have been making mud pies with the kids. I should have written two chapters on my new story, attended a reception; cleaned my gloves in gasoline and mended the curtains. Inetead, I played hookey and we made mud- pies. My partners were most interesting folk. Young Jim, the four-year-old, WE MADE MUD PIES (] is a bolshevik. All property, save his own, is community goods. At the slightest hint of capitalism he re- solves hiniself into a soviet and grabs your doughnut. Also, to his depraved soul, all love is ‘free” He kisses every one and everything promiscu- ously, including the horned toads. Rose Is six, and_ the Sphinx has noth- ing on Rose. In due time she will probably receive the higher educa- tion now being handed out in such gobs to young ladles, but it will be unnecessary. Rose will -always get what she wants without-any educa- tion. She has the exterior of a cherry blossom, the wistful appeal of a but- terfly, and the determination and ferocity of a young timber wolf if she sets her heart on anything. She lives with her foot on your neck, but she dimples so adorably that you love it. On the other hand, Dick. the ten-year-old, has the soul of a dreamer and the disposition of a par- ticularly retiring gopher. While the rest of us built raspberrystarts out of ‘dobe, Dick sat in a puddle and modeled submarines. Jim stole all his best mud. Rose bit him, but he knew it mot, for he walked with the gbds and cailed worlds from chags. Such were my friends, and we had a wonderful time. We witnessed a world war between one large green beetle and three ants. We found three bones that Bingo had buried under the century plant. Also a tin spéon that might possibly have been part of pirate loot. In search of further loot \ve dug up most of the violet bed. A fat cloud rose above the hill. With one accord we climbed aboard and sailed on voyages beyond belief. We learned six cyres for warts, and how that Bertie Smith did really honest turn a horse hair’to a snake. And at the end we stole some marble cake from the third pantry shelf and ate R sitting in tbhe pepper tree with a big flicker watching hungry eyed. ® “® ® Yet there be those who would lave cleaned their gloves with gasoline ‘instead! Charlotte Russe Filling. Whip one and one-halt cups of thin ream, skim off the froth and place It in a sieve to drain. Soak one and one-half teaspoons of gelatin in a little cold milk to soften, then dis- solve it in one-fourth cup of hot milk, add three tablespoons of powdered sugar and one-half teaspoon of vanilla. Stir untfl almost stiff, then fold in the whipped cream. s The daughter of Charles Dickens placed in the British Museum docu- ments with instructions that they be opened until 1925 - Always, Pekoe has ful flavor top leaves can yield. Only in be sifted through TETLEY'S Makes good TEA a certainty sure of flavor that comes from true Orange Pekoe. 300 cups to the pound. Is Your Skin Clear and Charming?] MAVIS face powder is so-fine it-will not S R i Coupch the . Ik 20 hwnfaapoivdenf-fldwp-ut}uwgl' th VIS with the powder you s TOILETRIBS D. The Truce of the Beechnuts. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. There's time for work and a time for play; There's a time o cat and to run away. I —0ld Mother Nature. When two or more enemics agree to be at peace for a short time it is sald.to be a truce. If one should at- tack another without warning he would be breaking the truce. Over in jtho Green Forest under the beech trees there was a truce, the bechnut truce | they called it, among the big and lit- tle.people gathered there to search for the little, sweet, brown nuts hid- den among and under the leaves on the ground. e No one knew how it had started, unless it was wise Old Mother Na- ture, but it had, been so each year since any could remember. Always when the little, sweet, brown, three- ided nuts fell, those who liked them gathered there to feast, and while the feast lasted the smaller people had no fear of the big. At least it seemed that way. Timid little Whitefoot the Wood Mouse, who would make hardly more than a bite for great big Buster Bear, but for whom Buster was. for- GET_ AWAY FROM HERE AND KEEP AWAY" GROWLED BUS- TER IN HIS DEEPEST VOICE. ever hunting now ran almost under Buster's nos¥ and Buster didn't once put out a paw to try to catch him. The Grouse family ran this way and that way within a few feet of Bobby Coon, and Bobby hardly glanced at them. Yet Bobby Coon is very fond of tender Grouse when he can get it. Happy Jack Squirrel and Rusty the Fox Squirrel and Chatterer thé Red Squirrel scurried about among the leaves and boldly scolded Buster Bear and Mrs. Bear and the cubs, Boxer and Woof-Woof, Fven Striped Chipmunk came over and joined the Now, there is little going on that ©Old Man Coyote doesn’'t find out about. He had no use for the littl sweet, brown nuts himself. but there were many little pcople there who would be much to his liking. 0ld Man Coyote trotted over to thc! Green Forest and hid where he could watch all that went on. He hoped that Mrs. Grouse or one of her chil- dren would stray near his_hiding | place, or that Happy Jack Squirrel} or Rusty the Fox Squirrel would come within reach. Just watching them made his mouth water. i But none came near enough for| him to spring with any chance of | success, and so he trfed stealing a little closer. That was his mistake. The sharp eyes of i Tetley’s Orange that rare, delight- that only tender of perfect plants Tetley’s can you the refreshing well- -, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 25, him, and instantly Sammy flew to & perch just above him and began to scream as only Sammy can. Thief! hidden and kept perfectly still. from above could he be seen and he knew it. cannot kill, and Sammy kept right on screaming. what toward the spot where Old Man Coy- ote was hiding, and as he came he growled. rumbly growl way down in his throat. Old Man Coyote remained just as was obliged to jump to his feet and rus 91, | voice. you know it. killing here. were there h again .to ca shuffled back among the e teh lea ““Thief! Thief!” screamed Sammy at the top of his lungs. Instantly everybody looked that way. But Old Man Coyote was well Only He looked up at Sammy and if looks could' kill, then then and_there. Buster Bear understood perfectly it meant. He shuffled straight It was a deep, grumbly, long as he dared. But presently he n. Instantly Buster Bear rushed after him, growling terribly. and Old Man | Coyote took to his heels. Buster | followed him only a very short dis-| tance, for Buster knew full well that he hadn’t the smallest chance in the | world of catching Old Man Coyote. ! He was satisfied to drive him away. ‘Get away from herc and keep in his deepest growled Bus| Kellogg’s BRAN, cooked and krumbled, sweeps the in- testinal tract clear of conges- tion! Eaten each day regu- larly—say with your favorite cereal—bran will head off constipation naturally! Bran will free you from pills and cathartics! Realizethat BRAN IS NATURE’S FOOD! 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