Evening Star Newspaper, December 24, 1922, Page 37

THE - SUNDAY . STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, DECEMBER 24, 1922_PART .4 3 EASING BARRY OFF THE ROCKS|H Sympathy. A BY SEWELL FORD. 0O, 1 didn’t tell 'em. Not even Inez or Barry Platt. For one thing, the deal with the - people who were taking oyer the Handy Andy shops hung fire for three days there while our 1wo sets of attorneys jockeyed and _ flddled around, held conferenges, ex- hanged formal notes and tried to ,run up their fees. And 1 didn't want to go shouting among my friends sbout something I'd have to renig on. So all the one I could talk to about this ro: dream which N1d come true was Mrs. Adshaw, my partner, and 1 found that Effie getting nervous by the minute for tear that Eroad street crowd would back out. “Harold says they says she. “He's sure they’ll never give us all that money for a business which is mainly traced out on & map.” Ok, is that so?" s L “Well. you tell Harold to tch an ear. I'm going to have a sheart-to-heart will.” sa session with those fool lawyers of ours—today And vou know me, 1 expect. I wasn't born With gooseberry green eyes and carroty red hair just so I'd treckle easy. And while Paw Dodge was probably as mild and easy-going « failure as ever tried to rurt a Con- Yecticut weekly orn deadhead sub- scriptions and patent medicine ads, I lidn't inherit much of his disposition. Whatever else the fates handed me. one of them must have added a dash of tabasco. So I'm afraid right toe a bit head of the firm was & Jegal affairs couldn’t Through. especially in a transaction of this importance. There wera too many technical details to be adjusted, and 1 must remember hound to safeguard our very particular. Yes, 1 get you.! isn't a game of chess 1 was tapping my impatient while the xplaining that be rushed ays 1 ou're playing for us. 1 want you to quit stalling around and tie things up. What's the hitch?” iy ELL. he bardly thouzht 1 would w W anderstana, bt be object- uE to certain jlauses which the at- torneys for the promoting syndicate had slipped in.; For instance, there was one giving the baard of director: I right to name « general manager. And, don't vou sec, Miss Dodge. 1o goes on. “that such an official 3 \would have absolute control over the executive policy of the concern?” “Sure” says L “There's got to be me one like that” “But T understood. Eished to retain SWe don’t,” says I “Probably they a man picked out who's a wiz- & t running these chain systems. ell. that suits And it's only sajr, if they put their money in. that g‘ should have their own pilot at e’ wheel. We are wi 8. They can make me seventh vice president. or third assistant auditor. for all I care. What 1 do want, though. is a chance o write my name across the 'back of that big bonus check and push it 4nto a good wafe bank. That's your 1Jab just now, to see that we get that. Add let's do it without any more fancy side-stepping. Get their auto- says he. “that ‘geaphs on the dotted Yine. TUnder- etand?” “Yes. Miss Dodge.” says he. “Per- feotly.” And that was all there was to it. Tnside of twenty-four hours it was all over, and whether Effie and I ever get another dollar out of the scheme or not isn't troubling either of us a bit. We've cleaned up. Uh-huh. Even 1:ffie, who's had a personal maid ever since she began to do up her hair, had to give a little gasp when she gaw what her share would be. “Why,"” says she. “now Harold and A T can really take that European tour.” Well why not?” says I “It might e Harold good.” “f think we shall.” says she. “And vou. Trilby May; what are you plan- 4 uing to do?” “Me?" says L “Oh, I've got to stick wround for a while and give t\e new / people | spray odd job shops over the country. After’ that—well, I don’t know. Which was another reason why I | hadn't spilled the news about my big valuable advice on how tooutrage. But, by the way. Miss Dodge, Trilby May Turns First-Nighter and Has Unusual Experience of Blowing a Pair of Hungry Playwrights to Suppers After Performrance Is Over—How the Partners in the Handy Andy Shops Got Action When Their Lawyers Were Stalling—Inez and Uncle Nels Waste H I'm casting a new piece next month, and if you would care to consider a small part——'" “Thanks, Mr. Hunt,” says I. “but I emed likely | 4 danglers, a sunny suite “FOR THE LOVE OF SOUP GREE “But this; think Tl let some one else interpret the flapper drama this season.™ “ARh!” says he, lifting his eyebrows. “You've developed a temperament.' ‘No,” says I, “I've been in business and made a lot of money. I'm going | to feed some of it into the box office expect. But when you come to find | and enjoy plays from the right side of | vourself actually there—well, it's dif- | the footlights ‘ | ferent. | A | ! SR D really, that was the one defi- ]A XD I did sketch out a few ways in| /X nite thing I'd made up my mind | i which I might break loose with |to do. I'd qualify as a first-nighter. |my check book—furs, jade ear|It's one of the most amusing indoor in a really | sports that New York has-to offer. | good apartment hotel, and a chow dog | But to get the most out of it yol | perhaps, with a maid to walk him up | must have at some time or other | and down Park avenue. But now that | been actually interested in the pro- 1 could have 'em they didn't seem so | duction of a play. either as one of | much ‘worth while. the cast. or as a friend of the au- Why get myselt up like a bootleg- | thor. or by having invested in it as a | ger's bride or the faVorite daughter |backer, For if there's any bigger | of some prominent cloak and suit|gamble than ti theatrical game I'd} | manufacturer? Or compete with the | like to have svu name it. | | wives of curb brokers or any of the | Most first-night audiencesare large- | | oily rich? That would only be join- |ly made up of such people. You can | ing the mob, and T do like to feel 'tell by the way they behave, which | strike. I honestly hadn't doped out what I was going to do with it. That is, nothing definite. Oh, I might have had vague notions at times as to how |I'd splurge on this or that if I ever was lJucky enough to break into the “Home, Henri” class. We all do, I S, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE. BARRY?” I DEMANDS. 3 1 that, however poor my act is, I'm not |is quite different from the manner in the Mibber stamp division. You of the average theater crowd seen know? Personality stuff. after a piece has heen running only | Not that T want to stick out like a | for a few performauces. The people | sore thumb, but neither do I want to | seem to know each other. They visit look like one of those Robots in that | back and forth, in the orchestra| R. U. R. play. They're machine-made | chairs and bhoxes. between the acts.| workmen. the Robots, turned out in | They gather in groups in the lobby. hundred thousand lots, and they all |wave to each other friendly from one look as much alike as so many teeth | side of the house_to the other, and in a comb, or as so many button-hole | point out the celebrities present to makers doing their noonday parade their friends. Regular small town on 5th avenue below 34th street. No.'stuff. Probably you know how it None of that for me. runs. “Yes. that's Billie Burke in the So T said nothing except to tell third row. And there’s Rudolph Val- Tnez and Uncle Nels that we'd sold | entino in the right upper bex—the out. one with the patent leather hair. 1 “You're 10 wonder if that's his wife. Anyway. there's Lee Shubert next to him. Let's Uncle Nels. to find somebody savs 1 iy, at that, take-such a business off your hand e who else we tan pick out. Oh, “Yes, that's the way it struck me.” | Heywood Broun, of course Can't | [aEysik mistake him. Nor Don Marquis. And Now vou get a job. eh?" he asks. “Oh. T expect when my cash runs low I'll have to,” says I T might have been 2 little more con- | fidential with Tnez if she'd given me a chance, but she didn't. “Well, don't T tell you you'll get sick of tryin’ to | goes up you find vourself holding jmake a lotta bums work for You”' ' your breath. And if the piece starts| says she. “Them Andys was a bunch | well or promises to be a success, the { |of birpbos. anyhow, and you shouldn't | applause comes like hail on a tin | be mixed up with ‘em. Now in the 1 roof. If it drags or seems dull—well, delicatessen business we meet nice|you can actually feel the frost ipeople, Louisa and me; foreladies | gettling down. That sort of thing »from the blouse shops and beadwork ' jg sad, sometimes tragic. Tt is nearly | factories, typewriter girls from offices. | jike heing called to the bedside of folks that live in them swell apart- |, qying friend. | | ments around Gramercy Park and art| Anyway, T can nearly always get | ipamters from studios on East 19th.|,; kick out of a theatrical opening. | They come for lunches and So on.| Even the out-of-town folks, who, wen-d c:gm fine _buslnens since we | gre there merely because the man at | opene; our new place. You ought|the hotel cigar counter sold them; to get Into something like that, Trilby | palcony seats at box prices, begin to| May.” - | feel that they are in on an event, and Now don’t be snobbish. Inez.” says wonder what it's all about. But to| Only a few of us have the talent |those of us who have actually gone' o run a first-class delicatessen.” | through a first night from behind | “That's =0." admits Inez, shifting the curtain it iz always a very real her gum thoughtful. land stirring affair. | As for Barry Platt, I'd hardly seen| So that evening after dinner I de-| him for weeks. and when I had run.cided to hunt up an opening. ou| across him he'd been in one of his|can nearly always find ‘em during | starey-eyed moods that make him |the first part of the week, and I} about as-g00d -company as & mummy |vaguely remembered having read of | in a museum. Of course, 1 know |one scheduled for tonight. Yes. th&| what those symptoms meant. He was | evening edition carried an announce- at work on 2 mew play. The piece |ment. Judging from the title, the! he'd spent all summer on had been a | play was not one of the kind I should | fiivver. I'd heard that much from |be crazy about. “The Shadow on the | Ames Hunt, the manager that Barry |Door,” ome of those mystery things, had banked on to give it a chance. evidently, and neither of the dram-| “For a comedy.” Hunt had said, “it | atists named as’the authors was any | was dbout the thinnest I'd ever read. |one I'd ever heard of before. Be-| Good enough dlalogue, but no action, sides, it was after 8:30 then, and if no theme, no story. Still. it wasn't]I could get any kind of a seal I was| nearly so impossible as the play he|bound to be late. But at least I brought me about 2 month ago. That |could take a chance. | one! Ugh!” S I'm sure that is Zona Gale In the fifth row left next to the aisle.” People are whispering and [tering. all around you. Ther | tense, excited quality about every- thing, so that when the first curtain chat- al T t along when he balked suddenly and “It you can still shudder oyekr it saye I, “the thing must have been wretched. “It was almost a misdeameknor,” says he. “I can hardly imagine any one of Barry Platt's ability turning out such a crude mess. Four acts with six scenes—three of them dark changes—and nearly twenty char- Why, only & Bernard Shaw of )ern:h'ltln‘ t 7 actert would think uch an Iy | F course, it was just my luck to pick a taxi with a sporty driver who thought he could run a crossing after the whistle ‘blew for a stop. He failed to get away with it, though, and while the trafic cop waa telling him how annoyed he was I dropped a dollar on the seat and piled out, four blocks from where 1 should have been landed. ‘That's how I happened: 19 run across this pair df long-faced v oS birds who were huddled back to back in a doorway, with their chins buried in their overcoat collars. On the second glance I saw that one was Barry Platt. 3 “For the love of soup greens, what are you doing here, Barry?' 1 de- says he, starting guilty. nothing much,” Erusi “Then why the hang-dog look?” I | & goes on. “Come, now, spill it. Have you scuttled a ferry boat, or are you € BY ER SHELLEY. SHALL digress for a short time planning to hold up and rob some from the “man eaters” and tell poor bootlegger? _ ¥ " of some advesntures in hunting Barry givey a weak imitation of other game, a young man t & to smll and! pord and Lady Stafford, now the shrugs his shoulders. “Nothing real- | Duke and Duchess of Sutherland. had criminal; honestly, Trilby May" “But where are you headed been the guests of Paul Rainey on a hunting trip in Africa. Iy We had been out' nearly iwo “I'm starting my career as a first- I months an¢ had hunted the entire nighter.” says 1. “and I'm nearly an|distance arownd lake Elmenteita, an’t you come alon, some thirly or forty miles of splen- Qid count; We were hunting lions “Sorry.” says he. “but 1—I have an 3 appointn What play are you{and leopards with a large pack of Boing to s tdoge and had had a very successtul “This new piece. “The Shadow on|Bunt. We had moved the combined the Door, ™ says L foutfit of Lord Stafford’s and *Mr. | “Eh!" says he, squirming us though v Rainey’s several les to the south T'd jabbed him with a hat pin. “Oh, | in the Kadong vailey and were camp- ot o 10 Suk Pitas jed on u northern slope of Syswa. the “How do you know it's so awful?" | largest crater in the world W) | We had fine sport here, securing Barry stared at me for a minute,OMe extraordinarily fine specimens witiaiit ausing 2 iword) “andililien i) DKy male Hions and ajtewigocd; il | sized leopards, when Mr. Rainey was ::"“"‘C::“‘:l :‘;.1“:::‘:“‘40::,!:; 'i:_"’ Who {aken i1 with dysentery and decided Mright as we e HenTiady o5 | 10 Teturn, to Nairebi fo the hospital o | Lora and Lady Staffora had bot o Second bird. it Trilbs May, | Kli¢d lions and leopards. and now they were very anxious to procure a especially to you.” says Barry, "butljgreater kudu head for their collec- I—T'm one of the authors. This is|yo. the other culprit. Miss Dodge. Mr.| Kudu (or ‘koodoo) is not only tae Levick.” but the We nodded at each noted that Mr. Levick 2 shabby raincoat and W Africa. rarest buck in st handsomest as well. It is a magnificent animal, about ! the size of our elk, with horns that other and 1 as wearing | sadly in need of a shave. measure from fifty to sixty-five “Doesn’t sound at all remsonable.”|inches in length. They ascend from sayx 1. “but, I suppose Tll have tojthe buck's head in beautiful spiral take your word for it. You mean to | coils tell me. do you. that you two wrote | : M “The Shadow on the Door. and are i it 3 hiding out here half a block from L‘”“‘ SUAREORDSeautenit o the theater where vour play is hav- talle /o patty, Info) fthe kudd et . country while Mr. Rainey was laid ing its premier |2 Barry nodded his head and Mr {0 was 1o consist of Lord Levick took his hands out of hisj RO WAL HEE 0 L e MeRdy coat pockets long enough to spread them in the usual Manhattan gesture. “But why aren’t you in there watch- ing how it goes?" I insisted. “Why this unusual aloofnes: and myself. Lord Stafford and a prince of good fellows. is a true sportsman She a seldom seen anywhere “For one.” says Barry. “1 haven't{g;jengid horsewoman, a hard hunter | the nerve iand a good shot. taking a keen in- “Me either,” says Levick {terss: in this capacity. * % ox % She was one of Londan’s mast notec fah 2 iety bezutics—kind and good-natured. | S Y. this is a new one” savs I\ or coman pever lived. She was, T know that authors usually | [ si s St B ihe desk o, andi Tivel Beasal So0R PioEE occasions than one, the guest f some that paced the lobby during an opening,_ but I didn’t think any them had enough modesty to sh on the outside at a first night.” “We don’t have to he modes Barry. “We're scared stiff, that trordinar I ) wish yowd | | Her hunting apparel consisted of riding breeches, n looking tan-colored boots d a long coat of a greenish cast lin with silk of reddish brown Wh dréesed for hunting, she looked like, snd minded me very much of. a tall, good- king boy- sketch out the details, though They are both comparatively young' “They're imple.” says Baery {an.l t long married, and this trip to “We're not only the playwrights, but { Africa was a part of their honeymoon. t mid- we are the producers If You wanti Duncan was a man of litle the whole of ft, Trilby May. we have ! dl. age, a native of Scotland, and was sunk in this thing every dollar, we ! head keeper of Lord Stafford’s extensive owned.” forests at Dunrobin Castle. It was adds Levic going to crumple up there on the know how many managers turned itj trembling and down?" savs he. “Thirteen!” cidewalk. He was metimes that's a lucky number,” i \abbly in the knees. 1 suggests # | “Never mind, old sport.”” savs I sh I éould think #o in this|«pon't take it so hard. Let ‘em laugh. - cays he. “But I can't. They|(ome along with me. Well walk not only turned it down. but they—!.round a bit. You stay here. Levick. they said things about it. Ames!,. apywhere. I'm an old friend of Hant. Barry's, you know. I'm used to “Yes. 1 kiiow,” says I “He mjen-|pandling him. Perhaps I can bring | tioned it to me. I suppose that's why | him out of this. Chin up, Barry boy vou didn't use vour own name. ¢h?"|pon't let your first big crash getyou. couldn’t afford to risk it says|yes, I know what it means to You, Barry. “Abey said he didn't mind.!ang all that. But youre no quitter. But. then, he had lots of faith in the|you've got a backbone somewhere picce—up to an hour or so ago. Itiapout you, haven't you? Sure! And was his idea that we built the play !you're going to stand up and take on, vou sce. He'd never written any-|this with a grin. Youre going to thing before, barring a fewsvaude-}look failure square between the eyes. ville sketches. and he hadn't much of {And tell me all about it. Talk, a reputation to lose. 1 hadn't. either, { Barry! Let's have the whole story. for that matter. but T may have later{ (wq)) quring that stroll of a dozen on. and if this is—well, as poor as |y o o “inore Barry did talk. He they sald— 5 “Look!" T breaks in. “The first act must be over. The cigarette smokers | \*T% €0y permystery play, one are coming out. Let's edgge up and |y, was going to outthrill “The Bat get a line on how they're taking it"{,,q make “On the Stalrs” seem like “Oh, 1 couldn’t:” protests Barry. [, parlor charade. But it was little \ “How sillyi" savs I. “You've 8L, ;e than a bare idea. Barry took it 0 know the worst sooner or later.{’ o oy “and elaborated this weird Why not buck up and take it like a | ' ONEY Pl as some help, but foanzEh e Levicksh Hot much. He knew nothing of tech- “I expect we'd better and have it All he wanted was to get the been i i over with.” s E Lo |:‘p::i‘|l|e'acms.n They both worked for “There!” says “Come alon® iy Barry admitted that his plot Barry, old scout. Perhaps some of | 'l°i o yayle, almost absurd. But tem will like i i§{ had breathless, hair-raising mo- With that T slipped an arp through || 68 o gcene worked up to his, and, with Levick trailing along, { no™ 007 o the shadow. There we walked down to the middle of the | block. where the lobby lights nmde:::l::p:‘::x :l:i‘l"_md a brilliant vellow glare. Perhaps a | 108 ncee o hundred from the audience, mostly | = e men, were straggling out. But there| “It Ought fto Eel “am'’ Pr¥ e were a few women, too. We were |Barry. ATllat is, if t eyrg lum;n. not near enough to catch any of their [But they're mot. T"fl—fl‘eznufltfltm-'_ ts and 1 was | “Yes, I know.” sars L O e o e | get that. Go on. You couldn't gota | manager to touch it, eh?" “Not one," savs he. ts. mysterious noises, death stalkink stopped in his tracks. Sotoe Tend enofzfi'fi-"' s T“aulomy the first act and tossed it back “Why, what's the matter? says I |at me. Sald it was just a mess. But “They—they're laughing’!" he gasp- | We Were sure the thrills were there. ol You sec ‘em. dont sou, Abeys|I guess we went a little cuckoo over Laughing! _ That settles it. ft; Anyway,we fook.a lease on this house for a month, got together our company. had a lot of scenery painted «On, |and began rehearsals “You didn’t try it out on the road?” 1 asked. = “Couldn’t afford to.” says he. “Why, we hadn’t money enough left to. pay farés to Newark. I blew my last “But why shouldn't they lawgh,) Barry?” says I “Eh?” says he, staring at me. ut you don’t know how that first act ends. I forgot. But listen, Trilby May: this is 2 mystery play. Under- | stand? It's meant to be a thriller. The second scene is a dark .change, everything black on the stage. Then |dollar vesterday to settle the pro- we throw a strong spotlight on the|gram bill. And now—well, I sup- green door, back center. Vivid. Four |pose it's all over.” “Then why not drift back and see the finish?" says I “It takes am au- dience 1o show up the weak points, you know. Perhaps youwll get a line hundfed watts. Next comes the shadow. They see It creep across the door—the shadow of a villainous face, and a long arm, and a dagger gripped R p Duke of SuthcrlandandAmuicanAuodateMzcha#handSetFlrctoGrassthnat End of Fuel Supply for Camp Blaze, Which Keeps Animals From Making Night Attack. Lady Stafford Makes Record for Trip in Hunting Kudu, Which Is Rarest Buck in East Africa. unters Use. Torch to Méke-Escape When Surrounded by Lion v S A Big-Game Pastime Is Part of Honeymoon Tour—Close Call in Combat With Pair of An SR Lady | afford is a sportswoman such as is | is of the king and sat at his left at dinner. | carur | hundred lions and half as many leo- pard: This class of hunting is no child's play, as the cemetery in Nairobi will bear witne: At that time there were tombstones of twenty-elght white hun- ters, marked “Mauled by a Hon.” [ So T looked up the kudu hunt as a little mild recreation that would be l! | rather quiet rest. But little d'd I think | |m-t it would be a trip ‘crowded with | adventure, having one of the closest | | calls that I have ever encountercd in' over two ycars of big game hunting. ! * %k K ¥ | | ] HERE was to be no fust riiing on this expedition. so- we let all the |horses.go and plcked out four good | mules for the trip. | The kudu country was in the Goolo- | ! monie hills, and they could sometimes i be found on the slopes of the hills that | ran down toward the Guaso Nylro river. ! We first moved the safari over to the | northeast cormer of Syswa and expected | to camp at the ranch owned by the Marquis of ‘Horneo and Capt. Riddle | until we decided how to travel through the dry country. | As there was a great scarcity of! | water. Lord Stafford and I started out [ a reconnoltering expedition, for I | feared to attempt a march into country | s0 little known lest some of the porters might die of thirst bafore we could find {@ water hole. ! However, we came across the cave man of whom I wrote in my article last | week and he revealod a pool of fresh, | clear water to us. | We sent him back to lead the safart up to us. We tied our mulcs and lay in the: shade of some thorn bush until nearly |5 o'clock. At that time we heard a' | stone roll into the water end, looking : |Gown. saw three lions walk to | water and begin drinking. In a moment {two or three others joined them. stood perfectly still, watched | them finish drinking and file back up | | the gorge whence they came. We went down in the plains, shot a small buck, took a part of the meat and gathered a large quantity of wood—a very important thing when lions ars' They kept getting bolder and bolder" | about. " and slipping up closer. Some! | 1 started a fire. strung the meat on | one of them would: slip uy | LADY STAFFORD, NOW THE DUCHESS OF SUTHERLAND, AND HER PET LEOPARD KITTEN. ¥ Luckily the dead one was between ue. =0 that he had to jump high the air 10 clear hin As 1 swung around, closing the gus as T turned. he was in the air righ over me. 1 had no time to put th gun to my shoulder and take aim. All 1 could do was to pull the trigzer at I swung around to face him. The stock of the gun was on the level with my hip. with the muzzle sticking upward less than six Inciies from his throat. As I fired the bull came down upen ;on the plains to hunt, but to get one of our mules instead. ciose sharpened sticks, siicking one end In | enough so that we could see his e: the ground a couple of feet back from | shining like two balis of fire. Each | the fire, after the style of the safarl time we grabbed burning brands from ters. [ the fire and tarew them toward him. We afe the meat and were ubout 10 | which frightened him away for the lie down When 2 lion began to roar not ' sime bein: | more than a:half-mile to our left and | After midoight 1 was shocked to {unother with a heavy volce answered| ...y pnat w8 were piling our last | with a few grunts quite close to us. They I' T had 2n idea I | porters. {{old me how enthusiastic Levick had | over this scheme of his for e S e e S T O S to spend the night hunting out in the | plains. About an hour later we found our- selves surrounded by lions. They Were walking back and forth and we could hear an occasional grunt, first on one side and then the other. The wood was Wry and burned out quickly, but in order to keep them away we piled it on freely while it lasted. | 1ot of women came out this time, and | they seemed to be even more amused _at the play than the men. Some were | giggling shrilly, a few were wiping | tears of laughter from their ey | and through the epen doors you could | hear the buzz and hum of talk. Tve never heard an audience that buzzed | so much between acts. | “Laugh. you fat heads!” growled Barry under his breath. * ok kX i D then, just inside the loboy, : § | caught sight of Abey Levick. He was signaling us frantic to come in. | The slump had gone from his shoul- |ders and the dull, black eves had | acquired a sparkle. The first thing he did when we were near enough was to thump Barry on the black. “Inside, both of you,” says he. “In i the office. “Well. what now?’ asks Barry when we had squeezed in and the | door was shut. “It's a go!” he screamed. ““Wha gasps Barry “It's got ‘em” sa: ‘A | regular knockout, just like I said it would be. Everybody says so.” | “But—but they're laughing” pro- | thought would work, and that was | for us to carry firebrands in one hand {and the gun and bridic reins in the east of us. | Wa dld not know exactly on whi ! slde of us the lions were at the mo- ment, but we made a dash for the | | 87ass and got it burning. thi tuse. . ! ‘Wait-a-bii derives its name from | i the fact that every limb has a lot of | strong hooks much like fishhooks growing upon it, and when you crowd against the limbs these hooks cafeh | i into your clothing. They are 5o strong that you cannot tear vourself loose, but have to wait a bit and unhook | them. | We had come upon fresh buffalo | tracks, and all of a sudden members of our party ahead started shooting. | | They must have. fired elght or ten ! shote. g ‘Then T heard the heavy animals | crashing my way. The-bush was thick here. and I saw | an opening ahead and hastened to it. It was a small glade about forty feet across. With Mullie, my black gun- bearer, at my heels, I advanced into the glade about ten feet and S!OPDHL] , On came the buffalo straight toward | us I had my 470 double-barrel ex- ! press rifle in my hand and two extra | cartridges, one between my first and | second finger of my left hand and one | | between the second and third finger— | a precaution I always took in hunting | c, that we had our next adven- jme. his huge body pinning my legs | to the zround and his front feet beat ng a tattoo against my chest and face. Oh. where was Mullie' At last 1 | other, ana to reach a pateh of | high gress some fifty yards to the|Crawled off through the wait-a-bit lon my hands and knees, expecting every minute that the wounded brute would be upon me again. But he never stirred, for my bullet had en- tered between the lower jawbomes and crashed through his brain. 1t “Or could borrow.” a part of his work to be mear Lord S 5 LI & “That's right.” savs Barr, 1t 1! Staford when hunting dangerous game. *ox % o P “a‘n:"‘:"h‘;':‘:e‘:“:;:Amun have killed him while he was ST a better man ‘could not have been i S P i hape had left of what my aunt willed 10 nd : "fk Lan ek Shor—_one of the | AISHE lions had-discovered us and |slowly along in front of a very mild “‘x':‘ :"“’g o kit T S . 5 ot & tn Atrica % our mules tn an unprotected con- | west wind we walked along with it [, o0 ©°% COReT (A0 (AT SR OH o : cot of my tn Africa. ¥ e besn in at the dcath of nearly a | dition. and had declded not to g0 out, m;ekz}]:}::; MR e kudu. He certainly was a beauty, ax “I even hocked my watch and a| e s s [oher- llarge as an elk. with white stripes trumkiul of elothes.- pats in Barry.|in a powerful hand. Then comes a on where it needs to be patched WD\ ong wnough to keep off the lons un-| sua 1 the entire length of his body. e s st well e T iner—a | Womania|Comer long snoush to keep off the Mons un-land the most beawiiful set of fully on the rocks. that's all.” iehriek. The curtain fall. And| “All right” says he, gettiag HEIOBE] L S e Saford asa developed horns. “But why so gloomy before it's had | {hey—laugh at that! God! weak and husky. P T nhsan | Lord Stafford was much elated, bu! a chance?’ says I. “Why are you so| e So we trickled back just as the g Lady Stafford was disappointed. She jsure it's going to. be bad? second act was over. Sure a’“:;"h'\ T was in a dry, sandy countrs, with |y puEted e . Barry shook his head. “Do you OR a moment T thought he was!they were laughing again. uite a = = T A boy came into camp with the ¥ bushes called wait-a-bit Quite | peag later and said that many cows and one bull just like the one we killed had passed him. So Lady Staf- ford said she would return with me to the spot we got in sight of the place where Lord Stafford’s kudu had fallen 1 saw something on the lower slope of a hill that looked like a man standing porfectly still. My glage showed that it was another bull, standing like a sentinel. We left the mules and gunbearers under a tree and went around to the left of the hill. xo that the bull could not see us. and then started advamc- g. As we hegan drawing near we saw @ bunch of cows feeding. I we disturbed them the entire lot would gallop aw So we got down and traveled past the cows onm our hands and knees. T had Lady Staf- ford's gun in one hand and mine in the other. The path was full of small sharp stones that cut into our knees, but we continued slowly on. We passed within fifty vards of more than a dozen cows that did not see us. As we rounded a point I ventured tests Barry. “The fools are laugh- |dangerous game. My gunbearer stood | to raise my head. The bull must have rain, letting off steam. They gotta |1augh or do something. Them last dark sgenes was too much for ‘em to stand. Two wWomen Eveiybody's on édge. Hear 'em in |there? Say, boy, but we've put it over.” Big! § heard a bunch of'firat- | night birds talking. They say we're good for two years at capacity. How about that?” Barry wouldn't believe it. though, | until he'd watched through the next |two acts. And then, when the chat- itering. laughing, sobbing crowd streamed out he admitted that Abey was right. Especlally after the house manager had offered him a twelve- months’'Jease and told him he needn't i bother about any advance. . “It was the thrills they wanted..grom going headlong over the dead wasn't it?” says Barry. “Absolutely,” says I. shy of brains, these New Yorkers, but they all have spines, and they'll pay to have ‘em agitated.” “1 wonder,” says Barry, “If I could tap the receipts for the price of three |- suppera?” “Not while my mesh purse is so fat with easy money,” says L “Come |four fedt from my face. His bulging|on the fact that finely 1t | eves popped almost out of his head. along, boys. This is my party. isn't every mew first-nighter who can blow a pair of hungry playwrights, you know.” 1 (Copyright, 1932, by Sewell Ford.) fainted. | “They mayde | ,oong gun. It was gone!® the twelve-pounder to my shoulder as | a huge buffalo bull broke cover, a second one close behind him. As the first one jumped into the glade I fired my right barrel without effect, except that the one in the lead lowered--his head slightly and put on adattional speed. But-as his head went down, prepar- ing te _to: me, I gave him the left| barrel at the point where the shoulder | and neck joined. It brought him | down with & shock, but he was only twenty feet away and coming so hard that'he hit the ground and skidded | clear up to my feet. | The setond “bull was running sol hard that he had to jump stiff-legged in front and put on brakes to keep one. Desperately 1 reached for my Mullie, whom I thought so much of. hall fajled me in my time of need and ing!” just behind me with my 250 Rigby |advanced several yards, as he was “Sure!” says Abey. “And crying, |Mauser, a six-shooter. | closer than I expected. He was stand- too! Hysterics. Taking off. the|- I dropped on my left knee and threw | jng not more than fifty vards away. and was broadside to us. I lowered my head slowly and crawled back of Lady Stafford, hand- ing her gun to her as 1 passed, and whispercd: “Now you may shoot him.” 1 thought she was a little pale ax she rose to her feet, took aim and fired. The big bull rolled down the hill. He ‘was almost an exact counter- part of the one that Lord Stafford killed the day before. * To look at them they were exactly alike, but upon measurement Lad: Stafford's triumph was complete, for her kudu had horns the fraction of an inch longer! (Copyright. 1922.) (Continued in Next Sunday's Star.) Lamp Carbons From Tar. A/MARBONS of high grade are, it is a°r- As I-did so I. heard him jump. aid, obtained from tar by a Bwe. dish process. The powdered carbon is pressed to form electric light car bons, ‘pr larger sizes ‘or electro- chemical work. The mwethod is hased Bolted with my weapon! 4 * %k x % HE second bull succeeded in stop- ping. His ‘nose was _less than makes up a large percants composition of tar und is what give: the black color, this beins due to the carbon particles suspended in an oth- 1 turned my back to him so that 1 would not fumble and slipped one of the cartridges into the twelve-pound- erwise dense and transparent yellow- ish brown liquid. R