Evening Star Newspaper, July 7, 1925, Page 19

THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C. TUESDAY, JULY 7, 1925. : 19 [lTT[E gmmB MUTT AND JEFF—Today the Tourists Visit Boise, Idaho, and Butte, Mont. IN Boise, ivare WHAT'S Tre INE: TRAT WILL BE QUITE AN (Copyright, 1025, by H. C. Fisher. Trade t 4 Mark Res. U. 5. Pat. OfL) BY BUD FFSHER |50 ™ he ™ niunce witn " semai bowlders. PERSONALLY, T'D RATHER Go LUP It was midafternoon when she fif- e 9 ished this task and began her descent. JEEF WAS MADE IDEAR OF INVITED T tRSPEcT EXPERIENCE L IT STATES HeRe INA WINGLESS AEROPLANG THAN MUTT, I'VE Decibed t . 5 er‘[lHE, EXALTED e :«mc“?S He ANACONDA THAT THE SHAFT 1S SEUGRAL TAKE THAT DWE INTO m'e i » G'o GOLEING c'l"(h:h:1:;“‘:_:,"1:::";“::;:“5&? ;::‘5 eross w BB o ] eery/ | corece mwe, o dovy i e s s s A Com!. WITH MAYOR WILLIAM and giisier, it throush a: "the | BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. LIEDERKRANZ. MUTT, S0 T'Ve THAT, You MAY CoMe oV AP O BLUE kY HORGAN (NSTEAD. scene of the Aght by working to the Learns About Digger. Eeep this befors you all the while: The world is better for a smile. —Peter Rabbit. Peter Rabbit, sitting {n the bramble- tangle on the edge of the Old Pasture, with Digger the Badger sitting just outside, could hardly believe that the thing he had wanted for so long was now really his. It was the oppor- tunity to ask Digger the Badger all " : i li the ground through the drivi questions, and now Digger had told HoweveR, Tiey Denegts. She tnvg a uemer Zr';vgo'(m;: | him thai he never would have a ARRWED (N lief a¢ last, when she discerned a de better chance, tt % pression leading spirallike into the Is it true, Mr. Badger, that you BUTTE, MoOAT, e / murk of the storm. are a weasel?’ was Peter's first RGHT on |H ’M,mmluwfl, 2 For much of the distance the way question. L oy was in the teeth of the wind. The Digger grinned. T suppose that in SCHeduLE & horse sought again and again to turn a way it is, 3 tail, but o “You don't look it said Peter, AND FeeLING > she had ’E‘&‘;’.‘.&°’y.fil‘fa’l’é“?fii“i5&%§ : bluntly. “If 1 had been asked to - CASH THIS AM. ¥ 39,70 s ¥ SIE XA a NIE 37.70 deep. She could mot hold the reins. fux:f:c:nflvo\fxd Eems ;uae:::; tr?-uze?:lf ® ?: 3 BLow-ouT PATCHEE 7§ She thrust her hands into the breast are a weasel. You are so broad and GRUB. - - B0 e o o e led e/ giey Wit flat, and Shadow the Weasel is so slim and long, that it is hard to belleve you are truly related.” Digger chuckled. “I must confess,” of THe STATE LION TAMERS! THEY FIND THe MOUNTAINS VERY HARD T cLimB AND VERY oF TeN JGEE HAS T GaT ouT AAD DRessed FoR e OccAslont ALVE! Look AT (Corprighn, 1915,y H_C Fisha)tss published dur- ing the past BY HONORE WILLSIE MORROW. = .earp The exhausted forest brutes did not | Rush. “But at what a price! What a | “Why did he do it, Ofd Tom?' 4 “Ruth!” Jim cried. “Where on - e heed her voice. As she spoke, the | pricei” Then with horror in her blue| The old Indian liftd eyes heavy|earth have you been? Here, let me (Copsright by Butterick Co.) coyote was creeping forward. The| eyes, she crept upward again from|With death film, but 'could not find | take off your coat!” The Druidic sighing of the spruce trees. The snarl and whimper, the slowly, “I don’t believe it! If I did, I'd have to belleve in destiny, and I don't. lynx cat sprang. But this time the chain twisted around her injured foot and shortened her reach. The coyote male turned and with unbelievable i wHen You sréP. INTO THE CAGE: T MAY Be \_YouR LAST: | ceand AL length, quivered and was still. The lyns went back and began feebly to buzzard settled slowly down through the trees. him!” “You did save exclaimed root to root to the lone cedar. Behind the cedar she crawled to the top of a huge heap of orange-tinted rocks, and Here an Indian in red plaid mackinaw lifting his grizzled andl hideous bronze head tenderly on her arm. 00— Ruth walted a momnent. wandering gaze coulkl not Ruth’s face. “I not! stop running away when he tell me: to—"" Old Tom shivered wiiolently, groan- and stood looking atl him. For a right of the spring. She reached her neighing horse in record time and guided him out into the uproar of the snowstorm. From the foot of the narrow valley there was a trail around the shoulder of a mountain that dropped gradually into Deerfoot Valley. In the Winter it was used only by stray steers and coyotes. When she had spurred the horse to the spot where she belleved she should pick up this trail, Ruth wove back and forth, her head low the spurs. It was 8 o'clock when she opened the door of the stable at the tavern and led her horse in. She cared for him, then crossed the corral, fumbled open the door of the tavern, painfully The Toppings, mother and daugh- ter, were seated at a poker game with Jim Acton and a small, grizzled man. @ 3 clank of chains. An epic fight. It|lick the shoulder wound of her mate. After a moment of stupendous effort | crossed the threshold, closed the door A Seemed as perpetual a {hing as the | He twisted his head so that his burn: | he focused his black eyes on her face.|and stood leaning against it. Her One of a series of | dripping of the water, ing eyes rested gratefully, Ruth could | “Revenue man—shoot me. I dug bul- | clothing was literally packed with best short stories Suddenly Ruth spoke aloud and |have sworn, upon her bloody head. A |let out this morning.) Made bleed— | snow. Ruth waved him aside. “I'm afl right if you can get some hot coffee.” She sank into a chair shivering, (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) The man’s eyes flashed. “I'd knock |trude could not hold it. She twisted| thryst his teeth into the male cat's ed and lay dead on Ruth’s arm her burn; . nd an unsuspicious bowlder that y del - r burning eyes strange in her gen- a fellow down who said as much as|her mouth to an expression of high w v ppason v & shaliw - She laid him ds ide the e Jim returned the look. ' His face|y A odat Hen i i | shoulder. ith a savage cry, the fe-| chielded from view a shallow cave. m down heside the ashes | tle face. (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) was tense. “Certainly he was work- | «pm telling you the truth, Jim.|the very flip of her coat expressing | viciousness and rapidity bit at her | iy /ing long time she stood in, the bitter cold ing for me. But he'd agreed not 0| you are on the wrong track in every |contempt. Jim was sitting his horse, | proken and Seer . Al | ™Y EewE 8 Cying v B of the cave, her face jowed over the e say so. B . |way. It's bad for a man in Govern- |Watching the pantomime with interest,| trap until she had severed it. Then, ‘old 'rggn. cried Ruth. “What’s| silent Indian, and wlaen at last she Lower wages and longer hours of 0ld Tom not really work for You.” | ment employ to wink at breaking the | but he said nothing. Gertrude scram- | screaming, she gave a gigantic spring | happened? lifted her head her eyas were burning |work of glove makers in Czéchoslo- the Indian woman broke in. He [1aw, but it's worse for a man who |bled aboard the bay mare and set off | that landed her fair on the head of the| His head moved feebly. A rude h an intensity that no Quaker |vakia have permitted cutting of costs work for Getrude Topping. She pay|has’won the Croix de Guerre to force | down the valley, Jim following in be- | coyote. They rolled together in final | bandage around his thigh was blood- | eyes ought to reveal. She straight-|to such an extent that English glove “IS IT TRUE, MR. BADGER, THAT | him. ‘Why you friend to her when|another man to take punishment for | hind her. combat. A moment of this and the|saturated. His trouser leg was blood-| ened Old Tom's body, then left the |factories are unable to compete even YOU ARE A WEASEL?" PETER'S FIRST QUESTION. said he, “that Cousin Shadow and I don't look much alike. Nevertheless, I am a member of the Weasel family, although I have nothing to do with any of the other members of it.” “Then that means that you are re- lated to Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter,” said Peter. Digger nodded. *Yes,” said he, “and to Jimmy Skunk, and Spite the WAS you know Ruth Seymour “Susy, be quiet!” Ruth’s volce was unembarrassed. “Jim, if you had only stuck to the ranch this Win- ter—though no one admires more than I what you've done in showing this footless valley that the mail route could be kept open*—— Jim's voice was impatient. “Did vou have anything to do with getting the revenue man in here, Ruth?” “No! My business is with the Indians.” Jim grinned. It was a boyish grin, him!” A slow, burning red crept from Jim’s throat to his eyes. But before he could speak the thud of hoofs again sounded without, the beagle uttered a silvery mnote and Ruth opened the door. A very pretty girl in a beaver coat and cap trotted up on a bay mare. “Hello, Ruth Seymour! Is Jim Ac- /| ton_here?” ““Yes, Gertrude. Will you come in?" “I sure will!” The girl slid quietly from the uneasy horse, pulled the Ruth closed the door. stared at each other. “How'd Susy tell you?" grunted the squaw. “Quaker woman won't fight for her buck!” There was sudden naked desolation in Ruth’'s voice. “He's not mine, Susy.” The squaw hissed disparagingly. “Any man belong to woman that go She and Susy coyote collapsel limply at his chain after him. You take him, he be good | white man; you no take him, Gertrude Topping make him bad man.” Marten, and Pekan the Fisher, and |despite the anxiety in his gray eyes.|reins over his head and entered the| ~[Ruth paced up and down beside the Glutton the Wolverine. ~We are|“Why didn’t you keep Old Tom out fcabin. She was smaller than Ruth, |Stove. “He's weak—weak! Father in quite a family when you come to|of trouble, then? with beautiful brown eyes and droop- | heaven, that I should come to thi name us over. there isn't 1 must agree that much family resemblance between some of us. What more is on yvour mind, Peter?” ‘S it true,” asked Peter, “that you camA. from the Far West?" “What chance would I have had against you and Getrude Topping?” For the first time Ruth’s voice sug- gested pain. Jim Acton eyed her wonderingly, as if the pain touched some unfamiliar ing red lips. She gave old Susy a glance of contempt and turned to Jim Acton. “Have you located Old Tom?” Jim, looking from one woman to the other, shook his head. The old face lifted with patient trag- edy that exceeded the younger wom an’s “He like all men. Ybu go fight for him. Save him. Then he save Old Tom."” Ruth pressed her knuckles against Onee again Digger nodded. “It fs|chord within himself. “Shucks!” Gertrude turned to the | her lips. She knew how to be patient; quite_true, Peter,” said he. “I am| The old squaw cackled. “Getrude|squaw. *“Where is Old Tom, Susy?” |he did not know how to burst the told “that the Badgers used to be|Topping, she couldn’t have Jim Ac-| Susy's eyes were blank. She gave|bonds of her patience, to express the ratheg widely distributed, but ‘we're|ton easy if Quaker would fight! |an Indian grunt and pulled the red [Wild longing that somewhere surged at hefie now only In the Far West. |Huh! If Quaker was Injun woman' | blanket over her naked shoulder with | Within her. She knew how to serve My, ¥hat wouldn't I give to be out there now!" Digger gave a long sigh It was a homesick sounding kind of a sigh “Wait a moment, Susy!” protested Ruth. “Let's get back to Old Tom." The impatience and anxiety in Jim an insilent modesty. beside the squaw, smi thing amused her. Anger twisted Gertrude's red-lips. Ruth, standing led as if some- others to the last ounce of her great strength; she did not know how to serve that despairing, hungry self that lay deep hidden beneath her daily “If you feel that way about it, what | Acton’s face gave way to eager in- |“I suppose you're saving this lousy |conscionceness. She knew how to give did you leave there for?" asked Peter, | terest Indian’s soul, Ruth, and incidentally |of herself—devotion, loyalty, pain, bluntly. “Let Susy have her say, Ruth! |helping Old Tom to get away. Let|love; nhe did not know how to take “I ‘didn’t leave there because 1 wanted to,” replied Digger. I left there because I couldn't help it. I What makes you think the Quaker woman ought to fight, Susy?” “Don't listen to her foolishness, me warn you, if that's your racket, you are a bigger fool than usual, be- cause I'll run_you out the valley for that for which every race desire with- in her soul pleaded. So do habit and character forge our containing bonds. was taken away from there. I was |Ji it, or, rather, I'll get the Indian agent| After a time she paused beside the only a youngster then, not half ‘m not sure it is foolishness! [to. Jim, Carter Smith is at the|squaw. “At least they shall not se grown, but I remeniber it just as if | You'd have a lot more influence in |tavern. I think mother can fix him, |rifice Old Tom. Where is he, Susy? it were vesterday. Peter Rabbit, | this valley, Ruth, if the folks thought | but you never can tell about a crook.| The old woman's eyes flared. *You never be foolish enough to think you | you'd fight.” ! know spring where you and Susy know all there is to know. Any one| Ruth looked at him sadly. How make camp last summer? You know who is foolish enough to think that {could she talk against force to this | myself. Ruth, can you hold Susy till | cave up back of spring by lone cedar? i8 heading straight for trouble. I|man who had given his body to his|I get back?” Old Tom, he keep traps there. He thought I knew all there was to know, | country’s uses in the great war? She uth shrugged her shoulders. there.” but all the time I didn’t know enough | believed her faith to be right, and stay on the job while you're| Ruth nodded and began to pull a . to know how little I did know. Do | yet: " volunteered Gertrude. pair of arctics over her high laced you know what I mean? “Let's keep to Old Tom,” she in-| “No you won't!” Ruth’s voice held | boots. “You say here, Susy. Eat all Peter bobbed his head. “I know,” |sisted. “What will you do to him |an unexpected edge. “You'll go when |you want.” sald he. “The ones who know the|when you find him?" { Jim_does.” “Maybe stay; maybe better go,” re- most are the ones who know how | Jim's voice became grim. “I'll see | “You haven't the nerve to make |plied the squaw. little they do know. to it that he keeps his mouth shut!” |me!" Gertrude tossed her head.| Again Ruth nodded and buttoned her “Exactly,” replied Digger # the Ruth’s color deepened. “But—but|“Try it on sheep-lined_coat high above her ears. Badger. “Exactly. The trouble with | that's the sort of thing & man doesn’t | Ruth walked over ta the door and|Then she went to the corral for her most young folk is that they haven't been to the school of experience. If I had known then what I know now ldo!™ ‘What do you mean by that?” I mean the white man’s attitude opened it then stood walting. She looked very tall and very handsome. Jim strode through the door and to horse. It was stiff work saddling in the bitter cold, but she managed clev- erly enough and shortly she was trot- I wouldn't be here, Peter Rabbit.|toward the Indians. Your attitude |bis horse. Gertrude tossed her head|ting up the trail into the forest re- No, sir, I wouldn't be here.” toward Old Tom is typical. It's dis- |igain and caught Ruth's glance, but |serve. There was a deer trail in the “But how did you get here? Please | gusting. It's like Kipling says—the |there was something curfously and|snow, widened by coyote tracks that do tell me, Mr. Badger. I don’t mean to be curious, but I'm just aching to know how you happen to be here and why.” Peter's voice sounded very, eager. “It's a long story,” replied Digger she spurred her horse on westward the Bad, h ph t! K drifts. She and e Badger : Through trackiess _dri i L B0t 1 bave all night in which to iy k) Susy had blazed the trees the Summer Eat lots of these cool, crisp, wonderfully flavored And so Digger the Badger finally promised to tell Peter the story of how he came to the Green Meadows and the Old Pasture. (Copyright. 1925.) SUMMERTIME BY D. C. PEATTIE. Mimosa. Washington is the “farthest north” for the mimosa, that lover of the sub- tropic lands, and with its taste for the torrid reglons, it is not surprising that it should- only be coming into bloom this week, after hundreds of our native blossoms have come and gone the way of all flowers. You may know the mimosa by its hundreds of little leaflets on every twig, giving its foliage as graceful an appearance as that of a malden- hair fern, though, of course, on a large thing no man can d amazingly cold in that glance and Ger- The Daily Cross-Word Puzzle led for several miles along a brook. Ruth followed this through the trees— blue spruce against blue snow, with glimpses of a bluer sky—until the stream turned abruptly south. Then By noon she had worked up into a narrow valley, belly-deep to the horse in snow. Here, for the first time since leaving the cabin, she glimpsed the colossal peaks to the north. Snow spirals were twisting upward from their crests to form tissuelike clouds that salled toward the sun. High on either side of the narrow valley rose the spruce-clad slopes of the reserve, line on line of black trunks, endless marching regiments of trees. She had traveled perhaps two miles up the valley when the horse slipped on ice beneath the snow. She turned him abruptly to the right and urged him up the slope. As she gave a last glance at the peaks before she plunged among the trees she saw that the snow clouds had reached the sun and veiled it. The trees were very thick here and there was less snow be- neath the mighty wing sweep of the spruce. The slope became acute. The horse’s shoulders were quivering with fatigue when Ruth tied him and crept up- ward alone. The twisted bronze roots scale. But its flowers are its real of the spruce now buttressed the charm. They look like big powder mountainside, and Ruth made her puffs—fluffy and pink and smelling way from one to another above until drenched. Ruth Kknelt beside him, on these hot days cave, and with her 'beautiful, delib- “HOW you feel” depends on “how you eat.” Forget hot, heavy foods. Kellogg’s Corn Flakes. hot weather meals. ‘other folks are sweltering. Ready-to-serve, with cold milk or cream. ing feast with fruit added. Only Kellogg’s can bring you such fiavor! crackly, crunchy deliciousness! Never leathery. Always fresh. More than 10,000,000 people every day insist on Kellogg’s—the original and only genuine corn flakes. Sold by all grocers. Served at all hotels and restaurants. They add delicious zest to Keep you cheery and fit when Never tough-thick. at home, and are laying off hands, tempt- Such like the finest French acacla perfume the sound of water beneath fice which you import at so much an brought her to pause on a ledgelike i For projection beneath a dead spruce. For a few brief days the whole tree will be alive with these gay little blossoms. The first wind and rain will strew many of the delicate things upon the sidewalks and lawns, and the glory of the tree will be at an end, to be followed by big bean-like fruits, showing that the tree is kin to the locust. All Summer long, however, you may Peak. Girl's name. . Hold a session. Girl’s nickname. Sewing instrument. Green ice like crystal lava spread in soft curves from the spruce roots downward until it lost itself in the dappled green shadows below. The gentle murmur of water boiling up through sand mingled with the tinkle of water dripping beneath ice. Ruth perched on a root to rest be- fore the final spurt to the cave. As she paused thus, a chain clanked Ekpins i 5e e e Times of prosperity. A oariatn D o amaans he ‘Toots, Saotine. . Setertiets way' Shad e At Twesent. In favor of. T th !knfion carcass of a steer. Cabas of thigt motioris peobablysthe Hemeniod drhk Was attired in. Y e 10 Tom had set several traps running out of the water from the e Alcoholic_drink. 4 three of them had been sprung. SEb: 16 1k wa tor resaii il T Engialy colloge: Part of British Emplre (initial). | The chain clanked again, and Ruth Dy volds, ‘lesves out {atiibe gL g Suffix meaning “like.” il gasped with amazement. A lynx cat, water be withdrawn the leaves. fall Owns. a brown and vellow shadow, leaped limp from lack of anything to hold e L and fell back with a snari. paws them up. Endurance. Serving ‘Dlate. across the body of another cat, Mimosa leaves do ot close 1f you MR cases ioglobun. Lubrieate. Tay quiescent, yellow eyes burning. As touch them, but they do close in a hajlstorm and at night. They lift théir heads again with the sunrise. The mimosa is an old world plant, By Insect. the recumbent lynx. The first cat, and was first introduced in this coun.| Answer to Yesterday’s Puzzle. Beneficial. hind leg stretched back taut by a try by Andre Michaux, a daring ex- Beard of a grass. steel trap chained to a stake beneath plgrer and betanist, whose life reads of it. the skeleton head, struck venomously like a romantic novel. He sent thou- Scrutinize. at the creeping coyote with alternate Fai 3 sands of beautiful American plants Lack of everything. forepaws and the coyote fell back to Imitations cannot bring you such wonder- to Europe, and in exchange he brought [CIUBIEJGIETIS Exclamation. the limit of a trap chain attached to flavor—such crisp, crunchy flakes. The [SIE[T] R] over here, in about he year 1780, the lovely mimosa, not_ one of Dixie's most famous trees. His experimental Smooth out. [D[U[LIL] Reply to a charge. Royal lady’s title. One who mimics. Human being. . . Title of knighthood. . Sylvan deity. the first cat fell back, a coyote, a tawny gray shadow, crept from the haunches of the skeleton steer toward its leg. Ruth moved closer. The fighting cat was a female. The injured cat gardens were outside Charleston, S. Allow. for which she fought, held round the C., and the remains of his garden, Highwavs (abbr.). fore shoulder by a huge steel trap, though it has undergone much ad- Proposals. was a male. He showed no sign of versity, are still_there. To us in the National Capital it is of interest to remember that he was a friend of George Washington. The great statesman’s diary, kept at Mount Vernon, contains a note of a visit pald him by Michaux, and it would seem that the Frenchman gave him some piamts and horticultural i B Y] [S'EAIMBNE [VIEIR] [T[H/E PRI [NICIE] [KINOITIINIO] h Signify assent. . Shoshonean Indian. High in the scale. Sharpen. Black (poetic). Small bullets. . Sharp. . Throw slowly. Born. 4 Angen, _ .. e e life save in his flaming eyes. The battle must have raged for many hours. There were ruts in the ground worn by the chains of the combatants. As regularly as the rise and break of a wave, the lynx cat jumped, drove the coyote back and was brought down_ in_midspring by the steel jaw clasping her mangled leg. . . . The remote tinkle of water beneath. ios. only genuine corn flakes have the signa- ture of the originator,