Evening Star Newspaper, March 11, 1929, Page 32

THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, MONDAY, MARCH Tn SeRouS — 1 TELL YoU VAN VELTEN MANOR. 1S HAUNTED ! WE HEAR STRANGE i +_ I} NOISES OUT THERE — THE BUTLER HET JUST CANT [ o STRANGE CREATURE ON THE STAIRS (| AND WE AmAKENED TO AIND A WEIRD 8 e I Our Secret Ambition. . —By Gaar Williams l { ‘,‘T?[f’v“: 1T CERTAINLY S g 1-AND \F YOU DousT I THOUGHT JULIE AN° i A GOOFY HAD Too fueH SeNSE TO BELIEVE IN [ HAUNTED HOUSES AN' GHOSTS — WELL TLL SHOW ‘€M ITS @ o7 Willie Willis BERT QUILLEN. GENTLEMEN WAITING 1D € ABOUT . INCREAYING OUR LIBRARY - OUR AUTOMOBILE' By Pop MOMAND Al and Clarice Are Skeptical. “I didn't mean to be impolite before M- 7 company. I just asked mamma how come she was breakin’ in clean napkins on Wednesday.” WHY, THAX'S A HARD MAPLE TREE, ANNIE - THAT'S THE SAP- SOME MEMRS \T COMES UP EARLIER THAN TTHAS MERR AND SOME TIMES LATER=- THAT'S WHAY LEAPIN' L\ZARDS! LOOK\E, SANDN - THAT TREE LOOKS L\KE \T'S SPRUNG A LEAK- JUST A L\TTLE WAN FROM HERE- AND TT'S NOX THE QNN ONE. - THERT'S A Buney OF ‘EM AND WHERE \S Tws TREE, CMON- WENE GOTTA TELL MRS S\\LO '80UY TWrs - SHELL KNOW WrRT 10 PO- GEE- \T'S BEDTIME STORIE Peter Rabbit's Cousin Jack. Relations, it is very plain, ‘Will seldom prove a source of gain. —Old Mother Nature. Peter Rabbit was impatient. Yes, sir, he was impatient. Wanderer the Eve- ning Grosbeak, who had come on from the West, had aroused Peter's curiosity. ‘You know, it doesn’t take much to arouse that. Peter had asked Wanderer if he had ever seen any of his relatives, and Wanderer had said “Yes,” he had seen Peter’s cousin Jack often. Perhaps you can guess how this awakened Peter’s curiosity. So Peter couldn’t keep away from the Old Orchard. At last Peter's opportunity came. ‘Wanderer and Mrs. Wanderer were sit- ting in the old apple tree nearest to the old stone wall, and that was the place of all places that Peter would have chosen. You see, he always feels safe when he is close to the old stone wall. Peter is bashful sometimes, but not when he wants to satisfy his curiosity. So as soon as he discovered Mr. and Mrs. Wanderer, he reminded Wanderer of his promise. “You said you would tell me about Iy Cousin Jack,” sald Peter. ‘Wanderer looked down and his eyes twinkled. “So I did, so I did, Peter,” sald he. “Just what is it you want to know about your Cousin Jack?” “All about him,” replied Peter. ‘Wanderer pretended to be surprised. *You don't mean to tell me that you BY THORNTON W. BURGESS Wanderer gave a throaty little chuckle. “Of course, you mean the hind legs,” said he. “His legs are longer than those of Jumper. You think Jumper is pretty good when he is in a hurry, but you ought to see Jack. My, my, how that fellow can travel! He can travel as much faster than Jumper as Jumper can travel faster than you. That fellow is built for speed. He has to have speed. If he didn't he wouldn’t live long. You see, he lives right out in the open. If you want to know how fast he can go, ask Old Man Coyote. Old Man Coyote can travel pretty fast himself, but y8ur Cousin Jack can beat him. It's fun to see him go up in the air.” Peter's eyes were opened very wide and he was sitting up with his two long ears standing straight up. “What do you mean by ‘going up in the air'?” said he. 5 “Just what I said,” replied Wanderer. “Every once in a while he jumps 'way up high to have a look around over the tops of the grasses to make sure no enemy is near. My, how that fellow can jump! There's where those long hind feet come in.” “Has he got long ears?” asked Peter. Once more Wanderer chuckled that throaty little chuckle of his. “Peter,” said he, “you don’t even know what long ears are. No, sir, you don’t even know what long ears are. Why, Jack Rab- bit's ears make your Cousin Jumper's ears look small. Yes, sir, Jumper's ears look small compared with Jack’s. You really ought to see your Cousin Jack.” “I'd like to,” said Peter, “but how can I? Does he have a white tail?” “In some parts of the country, yes,” replied Wanderer. “He has a white tail . | just like yours. In other parts of the he has a black tail. Those coun with Elyhflb tails are called White-tailed in | Jacks. Those with black tails are called Black-tailed Jacks. Any more ques- tions, Peter?” But just then Bowser the Hound came_sniffing along the old stone wall and Petetr dodged down between the stones out of sight. (Copyright, 1929.) THE EVENING STORY circus side shows; she was ut- to do,” she decided, “is far as I can before I stop, and something will turn up.” Something did turn up as she and her dub assistant, the latter imper- fectly d by Mlle. Helene’s note, entered the crowded clubroom. The dark young man of the hat episode turned up and seated himself on the front row, in a place apparently re- served. > Adelaide sat down rather weakly and was blindfolded. Some one from the audience came and felt the blindfold, and remained at the assistant’s request to make sure of the integrity of the Ros performance. Adelaide decided that at one deep chair her room “something will have to turn up.” A long-legged French doll, by one leg from the lamp-cord, regard- ed her sympathetically above a shock of henna hair. But nothing turned up. “And I suppose,” Adelaide further remarked, “that I must go out and find that something.” She brushed the wave back into her hair, tilted a pro- vocative scarlet hat over her left eye and fared forth. It was mere chance, of course, that that same provocative hat should leave Adelaide’s head at the first windy corner, while she meditated on what price the wardrobe trunk might bring second-hand, and tumble across the sun-flecked sidewalk until it came to a precarious halt well out into the street. Some man made a foolhardy dash after it, captured it, and came triumphantly up to_ Adelaide after the manner of men. He was very tall, she saw in the hurried moment of her appraisal, and | wall rather young, with an alert courtesy that delighted her. She smiled at him with an extra flicker of her lashes, and observed that his answering smile light- ed a darkly serious face. But he had not the slightest resemblance to $500. Adelaide jammed on the hat and de- parted. Doubtless it was chance, too, that made Mlle. Helene, telepathist extraor- dinary and otherwise known as Helene Jo Peterson, slip and wrench her ankle a moment later and a half-block far- ther on—so near that Adelaide helped her, protesting, into her own room and into the one chair. While Adelaide ap- rued bandages and icepacks, Mile. He- lene sobbed. “And only to think,” she lamented for the sixth time, “that I've come all the way from Grandview for a one- night engagement at the Guelick Club, and now at the last moment, with res- ervations simply flowing in, I can't ap- pear!” She collapsed into tears again. Adventure was leaping in Adelaide’s blood. “The worst of all is, they’ll prob- ably think you're shamming,” she said comfortingly. “Are there many reserva- tions so far?” There were mearly 300, at $5 each. But it was not that which broke Mille. , Peterson’s heart—it was the damage to her so far spotless career. She wept great splotchy circles on Adelaide’s best pillow at the thought. “Well,” announced Adelaide when the time was ripe, “it’s rather unusual, but I suppose I might arrange to under- study for you, for—shall we say, one- third of the receipts? Since we are both comparative strangers in town I think it is possible.” She massaged the the last moment she would pretend to faint. At the very last moment. “Can you name this object?” the as- sistant’s volce came to her across in- finity. Adelaide gripped the table be-! fore her with trembling fingers. “Can you tell us——" This was un- doubtedly the last moment, but per- haps she might guess correctly. “Gold watch,” said a whisper in- credibly low. She was not sure she had heard it. “The object is a watch,” she said, “a gold watch.” If only he would ask for the number! She had artlessly trap- ped Mlle. Helene into giving her the scheme for numbers, in casual conver~ sation that afternoon. “And this?” the assistant demanded out of the thick silence. “Handkerchief,” prompted the whis- per. “White with a green monogram.” Adelaide loosened her hold on the table and things went easier after that. How long before the whisperer would denounce her? Her answers grew too glib and the crowd stirred. Then out of the smothering blankness about her the blow fell. “Let her tell me my name,” a sus- picious voice challenged from the rear. The whisper was silent; Adelalde ted. “Stall,” came the whisper at last, lower than ever. Out of sheer inspira- tion Adelaide spoke. “The gentleman’s name—one mo- ment—concentrate on the name, please —there is a conflicting current of thought.” Adelaide shuddered, and took the plunge. “Thomlinson—Thom- ason—one moment—Thompson!” ‘There was silence for a breath-tak- ing moment. Then wave after wave of applause shattered the hush. Adelaide had a confused impression, presently, of excited comment and conjecture as the audience rose to leave. After a long while the blindfold was removed; there were hasty introductios boys from two psychology classes, which had at- tended en masse, hovered over her, and at last she was out in the star-lit fra- grance of evening, with the dark young man—whom she strongly suspected— miraculously beside her, ‘and the sub- dued assistant lagging behind. Much he was, Adelaide said to her- self angrily, The dark young man introduced him- self. He had a name that was made to wear with great height and good looks, and he had a green sport coupe, with a rumble seat for the assistant, “But good heavens,” he said—his voice was much more masterful now that he no longer whispered—"“good heavens,” he said, when they were half- way to Adelaide’s rooming hous: it I hadn’t known Helene? What if I hadn’t seen you were bluffing and helped you along? What if you hacn't zh\;eslsed that idiot’s name—Lord knows Wi “Oh, well,” said Adelaide confidently, swollen foot demurely. So it was that while Mlle, Helene, still in Adelaide’s gay little room, con- gratulated herself upon having e countered a member of her own pro- fesston, Adelaide herself was quivering in an anteroom at the Guelick Club and wondering what she would do when the performance began. Her closest “something would have turned up!” She leaned back happily—she had just noticed that the young man had brown eyes, and Adelaide adored brown eyes. Riley” and —two of The Stat’s comic strips appear on pages 33 and 34 today. MUTT, T'LL SHooT You A GAME FOR Two BITS! Committed a Golfing Faux Pas. VYEH-SHE ASKED ME TO CIVE YYOUL, “THAT NOTE, MR. BLOOEV- AND SA\D - Ofls 140 CBY WILLARD SAK FREEMAN A Super Nut. . dus’ T SURE HAVE ‘You CARED KIDD ‘THE END. 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