Evening Star Newspaper, September 11, 1927, Page 82

6 R * THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, SEPTEMBER THE HE-M AN—B Harold Standish Corbin The Star’s First-Run Fiction D SHAW, animal trainer and general factotum of the Spinoza Combined Mammoth Road Shows and Gala Collection of Fauna, complained bitterly of and to his assistant. “Jim Hines,” he said, “you ain’t got no more brains 'n a sponge. You'd oughter know ef you left old Rajah's gate open for just a minute even, the danged old fool'd wander out and git lost. How long’s he been gone? Jim gazed in his superior's face, dark as the shadows falling over the | iittle circus lot at the edge of Winde- mere. “T-two hours,” shook hix head. “Two hours!" he exploded. “Long| enough to have everything happen to | him and to ketch pneumony in the bargain. Why, that pore old lion ain’t got sense emough to eat—hardly. 1 just get him through a siege of the mange and you go and leave his cage unlocked! And the old feller walks | out. Where d'ye 'spose he is now— hey > he replied fearfully. | | Jina Hines continued to say nothing. “I%:c as not being run to death by dogs. Out there in the woods some- where, scared of his shadder, worried, sick, cold, wishin’ he was back in his nice warm cage. Nobody to 'tend him, | nobody to look after him. Poor ole Rajah! So homesick right this minute | he'd give his left hind leg to be back. We got to locate him, that's what. Quick, too. Afore somebody shoots him with a gun._Ef we don't, we're likely to have a §75 Jion that won't be wuth 50 cents, even for his hide.” He stared around him. He squinted at the woods on the Randolph estate which bordered the lot. He didn't know them for part of the show place of Jasper A. Randolph, who had made his money in household wares— everything for the home, you know. He thought of them only as a like! place for a lion to promenade—a moth- eaten, toothless old lion, whose near- | est approach to the desert had been the one arranged by a California film producer away back when Rajah was little more than a cul “Git goin',” said Ed to Jim, and added: “Ef you ever leave that gate open again, Jim Hines, I'll crown you | Such | hair. long and professorily scratched his nose. “But hé isn’t my dad,” he argued “I—I don’t know him very well and 1| can't tell what he'd do.” But suddenly Winthrop felt himself pushed. He knew right away Sall was pushing him, because her hands were just below his shoulder blades. | And she did such a good job of it that Winthrop was catapulted right through the curtains into the august presence of the great and mighty Jas- per A. Randolph, who sat there in his overstuffed chair immersed in the financial page of the evening paper. an abrupt entrance startled Jaspe | “What the dev he exclaimed, E and then when he saw it was Win: throp he put his hand to his head as though he had been eating pickles nd ice cream for dinner and had a udden spasm. But he soon regained hi composure. . “Oh, "hello, Winthrop: that you?"” he said, settling back to the financial page again. And then, casually, as Lie looked at the top of the column, ‘How're you? “Oh, I'm fine,” said Winthrop, not teeling that way at all and pulling down his coat, dusting off his trowsers, straightening his tie and nervously running his hand over the shock of | Jusper A. Randolph frowned. “It you need a whiskbroom,” he | barked, “you'll find one upstairs “Oh, thank you, sir,” said Winthrop. certainly—of course, er— Jasper moved his paper aside. the better to stare at Winthrop. Win- throp continued to perform a few more matters of adjustment—one finger inside his collar, pulling down his coat again, then moving to the open French window to scrutinize piore carefully an infinitesimal speck of dust on his coat sleeve. Jasper | watched him a moment and, when he | did not notice Jasper particularly, | per suddenly became communicative. “Say, what the devil is the matter with you?" he exploded. “For heaven's sake, sit down somewhere. You'll drive me insane. First I have to lis- ten to that damn circus hurdy-gurdy all week, and now you come in. “Not at all—not at all,” said Win- floor with other rug islands nearby. t down, Winthrop,” he sald quietly. “Let's talk this over. Let's get this thing straight.” * X ok ok THROP peered about him for chair. Fortunately he dis- a covered one—at, some distance from Jasper and on one of those slippery little islands. And as he seated him- self, the thick folds of the portieres moved—or was it the breeze from the French window that opened on the porch? Anyway “Now let's start at the beginning,” said Jasper. “You want to marry Sally. Is that right?"” “Yes,” Winthrop replied, crossing one knee and then deciding to un- cross it. “And Sally has said yes?" ‘Winthrop wrinkled his forehead so that the horn-rimmed glasses played leapfrog on the bridge of his thin nose. “Hm-m-m-m,” mused Jasper, deep in his throat. “Now, on occasions of this sort I believe it is customary to ask about financial matters. How much money have you, Winthrop?" “Well,” I haven’t much myself,” Winthrop attempted to be friendly. “But you know my father makes boilers.’ “l know your father,” Jasper snapped back at him. The way he snapped it gave Winthrop the feeling it veiled some uncomplimentary thought about himself. It sounded that w: “A very fine man, your father—a very fine business man,” Jasper con- tinued, gazing reflectively out at the blue shadows on the lawn and the woods just beyond. “But I'm not so sure about you, my boy. What sort of position ‘do you hold, Winthrop? Naturally I'd want Sally to have as good a home as she's accustomed to here.” Winthrop winced. “Well, I—that is, T haven't any regular position just now, sir. Just out of college, you see. But my father——"" “Is going to take you into the busi- ness with him?" “Not exactly, sir. The fact is, 1 hate boilers. I'd sort of determined —that is, with Sally’s consent, to fol- low a writer's career.” “Writes snorted Jasper A. Ran dolph. “Writer! When your father has a good going business that has taken years to build up; when he has worked his fingers to the bone to put Satterlee boilers in every home in the country, you have the nerve to sit there and tell me you'd rather be'a writer than follow in his footsteps?” “JASPER A. RANDOLPH HAD SEEN THE APPARITION, T0O. THE GREAT MAN WAS BESIDE HIMSELF AT THE ASPECT OF THE FEARSOME BEAST.” “Made you sick, eh?” Jasper's voice was withering, his face aggressive, his fat hands gesticulating wildly. “Made you sick?” he repeated. “Of course it made you sick. It makes ¢ sick who ever tried it. But stick to it? Winthrop replied. “That's just it,” Jasper A. Ran. dolph waved his fat hands trium- phantly. “How in the world do you expect your father, or say myself, to have risen to successful heights if we hadn't stuck to it? That's what I'm getting at.” His voice became placating now. “You see, Winthrop,” he pointed out, “you're a nice fellow, but T want to be sure of a he-man for any son- indaw I take on. I want to be sure he’'s manly. Now, I ask you again, have you ever done anything a man would do—run over anybody with an automobile, say, or run away with an actress, or”—his voice was confiden- tially hopeful—"have you ever got drunk? EE INTHROP trembled violently now. He never, never had done any of those. His delicate fingers, clasped in front of his breast, were white in his intensity. The horn-rim- med spectacles were disciples of S Vitus, what with the concerted wrink- ling of nose and forehead and the blinking of his eyes. The mane of hair tell parted in the center like the pic- tures of 30 vears ago. He felt ter- vibly cold in the breeze from that win- dow. He wished he had his overcoat. “Have you?”' Jasper's voice snap- ped out at him. Winthrop jumped. N-no, sir,” he stammered. Thought so,” Jasper grunted evilly, settling back in his chai Now it simmers down to this: Win- throp, you're a nice boy from a nice ily. You're all right in_certain ways. But considered as a husband for my daughter I'm afraid you're—T regret to say it—you're a weak cup of tea. Now don’t mistake me,” he added hurriedly, “you might be per- fectly all right. You might be just as good a man as your father Who makes boilers. But you've never done anything to show it. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, Winthrop; I don’t want to do that. But If you could only go out and show that you're a man—a_two-fisted fighting man—why then I'd be glad to consider yout re- quest further. But as it is"— Jasper waved one hand_effectively. The great Jasper A. had dismissed many a_hireling from his office with that gesture of finality. And to Win- throp it did seem so absolutely final. His world came crashing down about him. Sally—dear, delightful Sally, with her trusting brown eyes and her cager face, hiding there just behind with a tent stake, so help me Hannah!™ * %k X X “GO on in, Winthrop,” Sally Ran- dolph urged, striving to push Winthrop T. Satterlee through ‘the heavy plush curtains of her father’s library. “You've just got to ask him. It's always done when a fellow wants to marry a girl.” Winthrop ~T. Satterlee blinked through his horn-rimmed spectacles at the girl by his side. He did not blink because Sally dazzled him, though she might well have dazzled an even more discerning man than he. Her trim little figure was as high as Winthrop’s shoulder and her brow eyes below the mass of soft brown hair looked eagerly up at him. But ‘Winthrop just naturally blinked. “Gosh, Sally,” he moaned, his knees beginning to imitate a Spanish dance with castanets and everything. “I'd rather face a firing squad.” “Oh, but you've got to,” Sally re- turned impatiently. “He isn't savage. He's just my dad.” Winthrop pushed back the shock of straw-colored hair that he wore quite | throp, clasping and unclasping his hands in front of his breast and blink- ing_through his glasses, “Only Sally said she would. and then it seemed the only proper thing to do’was to ask you.. So I came right in.” ‘Sally said wha-at-tt, and you did who?” asked Jasper. leaning back sud- denly. “What are you talking about?” Winthrop stooped low and pulled down the trousers leg that was intent on climbing to his knee. He hadn't noticed that before. It seemed better down. Then he brushed back the flaxen hair, He blinked, too. “Sally said she’d marry me.” Jasper A. Randolph apparently thought he hadn't heard correctly. He tried to be calm. “Uh, uh,” he began. “you said Sally? You mean Sally ‘said she'd marry you?” He put lots of,“you” on the “you.” Had it not beeri for the overstuffed chair he might haye gone right back- ward through the floor, or expired, or something, judging from the look of amazement ‘on his rather florid face. Then he sat bolt upright, crushing the evening paper to the rug which was Jasper emphasized things so! For instance, he.said “writer” much as some persons would say ‘‘snake,” or “bug” or “centipede.” And Winthrop quivered all over and folded his arms and decided to unfold them again. “Now listen closely,” said Jasper, showing great evidence of forbear- ance, Sally is a lovely girl, my only child. Of course, I, as her only living parent, desire to see her happily mar- ried. You are a nice fellow, I admit that. But what have you ever done?" ‘Winthrop blinked. He tried to re- member what he had done. Jasper seemed accusing, intent to arraign him on a criminal charge. He was about to speak but Jasper did mot let hil “Did you ever play football at col- lege, for example?” he asked. Winthrop cleared his_throat. No, but I wrote a Latin thesis,” he sald stoutly. “Good Lori breathed _Jasper plously. “A Latin thesis! I mean did you ever do anything a man would do?” Did you ever smoke a_pipe?” “I tried it once” Winthrop sald like a big island in a sea of polished weakly, “but it made me sick.” the curtains—must think him an aw- ful failure. Why, he couldn’t even speak! Heartsick, fie raised his eyes to gaze out at the gathering shadows just beyond the French window. They were shadows that clutched at his heart, crushing him, engulfing him, sweeping him_ into oblivion. They were the shadows of a bottomless pit from which he could not: Suddenly Winthrop's eyes widened. He blinked rapidly to focus his gaze. He gasped at what he saw. Framed in monster, a terrifylng thing, whose glittering eyes blazed from a mass of tawny fur, a black mane like a monk’s cowl for a background. A little brown hody was as still as a statue, but at the end of it was a tail that curled and twisted in fascinating nervous- ness, like the sinuosity of a serpent. Head erect, the apparition stood there, watching him. Z For one frightened moment Win- throp returned the stare. Then he switched it to Jasper. Jasper A. Ran- dolph had seen the apparition, too. He sat stupefied, rigid. His only movement was a slow tightening of ¢ Exaggerations: A Moofy Dobble BY MILT GRO:! UGGT TTINT — Savan Hay Hem—Awukk opp—got ondrassed, went beck to slipp —Illavan hay hei,—Wukk opp witt a stott—Hm—dots de lest time wot hold man'll gonna set by me de bed on fire! Prectised mommbly pag on coppet—Beeg fight witt hold man—How 1 shold know he kipps pents onder coppet he should prassing dem—Ho'd man complains from mosquitos—Adwised heem he should rob on heemsalf citronella— Hold man gats instat sesperella—Hm deed it hed mosquitos a henquet— Dunt esk!—Hold man rizzambles gradually a cucomber. Huggust Feeftint—Peecked opp a leddle murr teenfoil—Ball gatting beeger—Doped hout skim it should ex- will mosquitos- o boy st spr & spray pyorhhea joims it ting de mosquitcs pyorhhe Ho boy: —-Skim not so goot. 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In the ha. darkness of the room white, the clammy whiteness of ter ror. The great man was beside him- self at the aspect of the fearsome beast that suddenly had presented it- self in the porch window. But as far Rajah, poor, lonely old Rajah, he smelled warmth. The eve- ning dew of the lawn over which he had just padded was cold on is feet. That and the chill of darkness crept up into his old bones and started his sciatica. Outside were creeping shad- ows, bleak and cold. Why had he foolishly wandered from his cage and become lost? * Humans! That was h , hu- mans, who from his earliest recoll tions had fed him and cared for him and made him comfortable. Oh, he was glad he had come to this place! He took a step forward. It was warmer in the room than he had hoped. He took another step. This brought him to the nice young man with the spectacles Rajah liked the nice young man. He said fo with a deep rumbling of happiness in his throat He wanted to be friendly with him But, strangely, was unresponsive. Perhaps he didn't hear. Rajah would try again. He rumbled a little louder this time. ing his hand to scratch Rajah behind the ears, the nice young man only gripped his chair more firm The glases things on his nose leaped up and down—fast. Queer how the young the nice young man | Instead of extend- | 1, has face was, Yet Ra 1927—PART 5. man’s eves stared and kept blinking, | h liked hizn. He liked him so much that he sniffed of the nice young man. JUST at that instant ¥ sleepy. The room was warmer than he thought, gloriously warm. Rajah ended the yawn with a purring | meaow. That seemed to disturb the| young man, He did a most curious| thing. As fhough he simply couldn’t| restrain himself, his fist shot out and | hit Rajah on the nose Rajah drew back. astounded. Of all things to do! Rajah’s nose was LI h became | tender. And it hurt, tco! The blow made tears come to his eyes. What | had he done to deserve th It upset He, the king of beas It made him wince. It wounded hi: feelings. He was deeply grieved. He, p a paw to ward off any more ssible attacks on his nose. Then the nice young man did an- other strange thing. He suddenly rose from his chair. He took two away from Rajah. Only two But they were hurried ones. So hurried they ended in a skid that his dignity. ent the rug flashing across the pol- shed floor. The young whirled the wasn't support there, he fell down in a h ding like the rug, except that he like a air for support. sh, And clawing as there | slid toward Rajah, so that his two| so feet landed plunk against Rajah's ribs. To say that Rajah was disconcerted at this new turn of affa s putting His ribs seemed sudden aved in against his empty stomach. His heart was knocked somewhere up about hi The whole world jangled. lights shone before his eyes. He was in a ad way “Ow-r-roo!” he complained. He tried to gather himself togethe but the floor was like gla -rashed into the wall on his other that his ribs seemed to collapse again. But the young man followed him. The mng man was sitting down and sliding with him. Rajah didn’t care for that. He liked to play of course, but not just then. That | kick in the stomach had made him Moreover, he was po: s at desire to get awa Sut the young man appeared per- sistent. He kept on sliding and shed into Rajah right where, just interest. cr an instant before, Rajah had recei | that kick. He breathless. Of all the in atment! Of all the humiii- those he had thought friends. Rajah was human tre ion! From would be ~his stunned. Ha'was more determined than ever to go away from there. Instantly He did not how, just to be aw Just to be free from this mauling, kicking, stru young man. Back to the safety ge. to the tender ministr: tions of haw. Anywhere. He tried to turn and make for the rench window by which he had en- tered. But just then the strange young man clutched frantically, ~biindl When he clutched, it happened ths h> came in contact with Rajah’s tail. Rajah complained again. Ow-r-roo!” Louder this time. His care where he went or | “THE YOUNG MAN FELL DOWN IN A HEAP. SLIDING LIKE THE RUG, SO THAT HIS TWO FEET LANDED PLUNK AGAINST RA- JAH'S RIBSI™ And found at last his front .claws se on the threshold of then purcha the wiridow. No longer was that treacherous floor under him. With a mighty lunge he heaved. A bobbing | gallop. _ Another lunge. Another heave. Ha was out. Out on the porch.” But not without having paid The young man had struck against | the side of the opening. That shook him off. But with him went a handful | of fur from the tip of Rajah’s tail 1h knew it was gone. The sharp | pain told him. He had a pain now, and aft and amidships. But free! Out into the night he leaped. And then through the trees from across the lawn came a sound | joyful to his ears. A whistle. Fd | Shaw's whistle. Never, nevér again would he leave Ed Shaw's protecting side. Never! Not for an instant! * x * ¥ WINTHROP, sitting there on the | floor, blinked in amazement. The | lion was gone, had flad away from ‘ him—him, Winthrop T. Satteriee. He | could not believe it. He had con- | auered a tion! | Suddenly Winthrop leaped to his feet. A changze had come over him. No longer was he the hesitant, obse- professorial youth who blinked gla Gone the glasses h s, | [ even. The spirit of conquast was on | him. Drunk with it. The mantle of | his boiler-making father enveloped | him. < | He strode across the floor. He | pushed his face closa to that of the great Jasper A. Randolph. He bared | his teeth and clenched his fists. “I want your daughter Sally for my wife,” he said in hard, distinct tones, nd if T don't get her Il treat you same’s 1 did that—hah!—that damn fon. It was Jasper's turn to blink. aid. “Well, take her!” he burst out at last. “Good Lord, man, take her.” u bet your sweet life I'll take her,” announced the new Winthrop T. Satteriee. And he dia! THE END. (Copyright. 19" He HAWAIL MISS MILDRED DORAN, FLINT, MICH., SCHOOL TEACHER, AND PILOT AUGIE PEDLAR. THEY HAVE NOT BEEN HEARD FROM SINCE THEIR PLANE LEFT FOR THE PACIFIC Americanbraft FLIGHT TO Copyright by P. & A. Photos. (Continued from Third Page.) ail into the ost without | the day following, to Port of Missing Ship trace."” The Cyclops, equ had 309 souls aboard, were lost Of thes officers, 221 were nay crew, § were naval off passengers aboard, 64 were naval men who were passengers aboard and 2 were marines, who were passenger Included also was the, U. S. consul at Rio de Janeiro, who was a pas- senger, The vessel was under the command of Lieut, Comdr. George W. Worley, U. 8. N. R. F. - While i known that onme of her two engines was disabled and she was proceeding at reduced speed, the with radio, 1 of whom were naval ped 5 al men in her ers who were s Navy Department does mot consider this sufficient reason for her being lover nine years overdue. Inquiry has convinced ‘the department that there {were no German submarines in the Western Atlantic at that time, and every effort was made to get informa- {tion from German sources regarding the disappearance of the Cyclop deed, the Germans themselvs their first news of the loss of the collier from American sources, In- | tormation ‘was requested from all U. S. attaches in_ Europe, but none was forthcoming that could throw light on the disappearance of the vessel. A LI sorts of fanciful theories have been advanced to account for the mystery veiling the Cy that she was improperly loaded and split in two; that her machinery was disabled, her radio put out of commission and that scuttling Was her : and that she fell a victim to a German submarine or mine. To all these and to inquiries concerning her fate, the Navy Depart ment answers that it is without infor- mation as to what actually befell the | Cyclops. | From time to time there are bottles | found along beaches or in the sea, purporting to have been thrown over- board by some person aboard the ves- sel, but the department discredits them, holding firm to its belief that the fate of the Cyclops is sealed in mystery. Perplexity is added when it | s remembered that the vessel was equipped with radio and that her skii | per reported fair weather and well” when last heard from. Of more recent date, with no time factor to enter the equation of her disappearance, is the cast of the . 8. 8. Conestoga. With radio ap- paratus, this fleet tug sailed out of Mare Island, if., bound for Samoa, where she was to be station ship, by of the Hawailan Islands . Aboard were 4 officers and 52 enlisted men. She has nev been heard of since. The Navy accepted her from pri service, September 14, 1347, purchasing her for $315,000. Sue wis 617 tons gross, 170 feet long and 29 feet wide. Dusing the World War she had served on duty in Bermuda and the Azores Island: On_ her last voyage she was com- manded by Lieut. KErnest L. Jones, Her destination, as she sailed out of San Francisco Bay, was Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. but she never made port. A ystematic search over a 600-mile area s made, from the Island of Oahu, on_ which Honolulu is located, but the exhaustive quest with naval and air- craft forces was.without avail. In addition, all the islands were combed, but never a trace of the tug Cones- toga has been found, and King Nep- tune has written her name as the last | there is a great and continuoi | seaside places. in Losses in his log of American naval ships that have vanished from the earth, with no record of their going. Recently the Trident, publication of the ntidshipmen at Annapolis n- ed a story woven around the Cones toga, in which the writer assigned the cause of her disappearance to a sea monster. In addition to these Ame; craft that have disapp ed without trace, King Neptune has drawn from hips and other flags to keep the all other s mysterious company. Marine that among the stout, seaworthy that are shrouded in mystery are: The City of Glasgow, in 1854; the steamer red Pacific, in 1856; the brig Marie Celeste, found in 1872 with all sails set and everything in shipshape, but not a soul aboard, and the Noronic, credited at Sea with being the fastest and largest steamship of her time. And now, with the search for miss- ing craft of the air being pursued within his domain, King Neptune is determined that he will show his au- thority over this newest intruder and he has started successfuly. s NOTHER secret that is confined in David Jones' locker, or some- {where upon the tossing waves, iis the whereabouts of Princess Lewenstein-Wertheim, Col. Frederick R. Minchin and Capt. Leslie Hamilton, who sailed out of Upavon, England, for Ottawa on August 31 in their plane St. Raphael. Search has failed to rev tidings of them and they, too, have been placed among the m ng that yield no trace. UNIQUE ELECTR LTHOUGH the United States stands foremost in any output of | automatic machinel we hear from time to time of devices from England that are not far below ours in ingenuity. Such an idea shows an ingenious electric automatic ticket-sender, which the maker claims, is destined to revo lutionize the costly process of print- ing, " issuing and checking railway tickets, now in general use. The machine is a substitute for the ticket shelves in ticket offices where de- tickets to suburban and It is said to reduc the cost of tickets to about 4 cents y for printing and uing a thousand tickets. It con- ns 10,000 tickets ready for sale and can print issue up te tickets by ng a button once and setting the tor according to the number of required. At the same time, mand for it registers all ICAL MACHINES. | tickets issusd automatically, the reg- ster being visible from the outside nd the c takings ascertained at a glance. It also es them automat- | ically and does away w ith all counting | and storing of tickets. | Another novel British idea, this time an eléetric automatic ticket vender, will commend itself to the n tice of those to whom time is the es- nee of all things. This machine is said to be a marvel of mechanical in- | | genuity. It not only issues tickets on | receipt of the proper coin, but it | prints, es and registers them as | well; moreever, it reduces the cost of | the printing of tickets one-third The machine contains 5,000 tickets ready for sale and effects sales up to 90 a minute. . Not Guilty. Soph—Did you take a bath? ' Frosh—] 0; TON, SUPPOSED TO HAVE. BEEN LOST AT SEA IN THEIR AT- TEMPT TO CROSS THE ATLANTIC BY PLANE. S Copyright by B, & A, Phototy