Evening Star Newspaper, November 5, 1935, Page 32

INSTALLMENT XXIV, ARTER knew there was little use in trying to effect Sugar’s release until morning. C Even the thought of sleep- ing under the same roof with his sister-in-law was repulsive to him. 80 he took a room at the hotel to spend the rest of the night. But there was no sleep for him. His emotions were an incoherent mixture of joy at the discovery that he was in Jove with Sugar, and sadness and fury at the predicament she was in. ° But he had absolute confidence in his brother. In the morning Dick would force Jane Lee to have Sugar Teleased. He didn't believe his| brother's wife actually thought her guilty. It was just her way of paying | him back for humiliating her by tak- 4ng this little nobody to sit in the| family pew at church. It was wonderful, Jim Carter mused ; in the wee sma’ hours of the morn- ing, to be in love. And still more | wonderful to be so much in love you | didn't care in the least that your love | was a girl who.didn’t even know her | right name. She might be a princess, | or a pauper. All that mattered was | that she was his Sugar's cell was no longer a dirty old hole in the county jail after Cart had gone. It was a beautiful place, | woven with dreams, and out of her tragedy had come the only real happi- “ ness she had ever known. She thought of Johnny, and was sorry he was in trouble. There was | still no doubt in her mind that he | could not have actually stolen the | money. She would do everything in her power to vindicate him, | Knowing at last what love was, | Bugar was certain that what Johnny felt for her was not the real thing— ot the love of a man for the woman | Who was to be the mother of his children. For marriage without babies was something that had no place in Sugar's thoughts. Babies were a ‘blessed part of life. If Johnny had truly loved her he would not have lied to her. He would not have deceived her about knowing house had been a nightmare of cigar- ette smoking, flask-toting youth. Scoop dashed out of the hotel, not quite knowing what to do next. Then he thought of Mother Friddle. She was due to call him up any day, and by this time she might be ready to divulge what she knew of the identity of Sugar Friddle. No matter what she knew, or would tell, Sugar needed her old friend worse than she had ever needed her in her life. And the old lady would no doubt have more influence over Mrs. Le Masters and the authorities than any one else. He grabbed the town's one taxi and sped to Orphanage Hill. Mother Friddle was having breakfast, but she | sent word for him to be sent into her dining room. 1 “What's wrong, Mr. O'Reilly? Tell me,” she begged with a sinking feel- ing of premonition. “Don't be alarmed.” Scoop threw himself into a chair opposite the old maid. “But I have some very dis- tressing news. I believe you can help.” Mother's face turned the color of ashes when Scoop told her that Sugar was in the county jail. “I—I was going to have news for you, today or tomorrow.” She swayed, and he jumped up to support her with an arm around her shoulders. “I——thought you'd gotten impatient and decided to come to see me.” Scoop could feel her trembling. “I'm sorry that wasn't the case,” he said, and tried to smile reassur- ingly. “But I don't believe this is really very serious. Mrs. Le Masters will realize what a mistake she has made when we get this straightened out. I'm on the trail of a clue.” | Mother let him lead her to her sit- | ting room. She sank into a chair. | “I'm a little shaky., young man. | Would you please go into my bed room there and get a black coat hanging on the right hook in my closet? And there’s a black hat on the shelf right | above it.” “Glad the thir He helped mother into her coaf Sceop went in search Ml Bedtime Stories The First Lesson. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. To live life right s such an art 2 v] ve start. There's much to learn, when frst we start 'YES are meant to see with. Ears E are meant to hear with. Noses | are meant to smell with. Legs are meant to run with. Those are the things that Mrs. Lightfoot the Deer taught her babies almost from the day they were born. Just as soon as they were able to follow her about, and this was while they still were very small, they were taught constantly to use their eyes, their ears and their noses. They didn't have to learn how to use their legs. Much they learned from watching Mother. They noticed that if she put her head down to browse on something growing down near the ground, she didn't keep her head down but a moment or two. e 7 2 “NEVER THINK THAT EVERY- | THING IS SAFE AND ALL RIGHT | JUST BECAUSE IT SEEMS SO,” SAID MOTHER. Then she would lift it and logk this way and then that way. | “Never think that everything is safe and all right just because ft seems so0.” said Mother. “It is when people get to thinking things are all | right, and so forget to be watchful, that dreadful things happen. It isn't enough just to see things: you must t, | know what it is you see. If you don't | trust. more trustworthy, are your noses. Never be satisflied with just seeing and hearing. Try to smell whatever it is that you see or hear. A nose is always to be trusted. Eyes may be fooled and ears may be deceived, but what your nose tells you you may be- lieve.” So day by day the fawns learned their lesson. Whenever they saw Mother looking they looked in the same direction. When they saw Mother's big ears set to catch some particular sound, they would set their ears In just the same manner and listen. Whenever they saw Mother lifting her slender nose to test the wind for whatever smells it might bring, they lifted their slender noses and did the same thing. If Mother was alarmed by anything she saw or heard or smelled she would give the danger signal and bound away. Of course, the fawns would follow her and, having seen or heard or smelled the thing that had alarmed their mother, they learned that this was something to be afraid of or to be distrusted, and remembered it. It was astonishing how much they learned in just a little while, Once as they were going to the pond of Paddy the Beaver for a drink, Mother stopped abruptly, with her ears set forward. and stared long and hard at what looked to the twins like a black stump on the edge of the pond. But while they looked that stump came to life and became & big person with four legs. Mother gave a snort which had in it something of fear. Then she led the twins around to a point where the wind blew from that big black stranger straight to them. It brought & strange scent. a disagreeable scent, a scent that somehow sent little shiv- ers along their backbones. It was a scent which would have filled them with fear, even had they not known from Mother Deer's actions that this stranger was to be feared. Thus it was they first learned of Buster Bear. “Any smell that gives you an un- easy feeling means that the cause of it is to be distrusted,” Mother Deer. “If you can, always try to see the cause of any odor you dis- You just saw Buster Bear, Zanie Lou, and kept from her the anq che did not seem to notice that KnOW What you see keep away from | Now, if you see him again you will fact that Zanie was giving him pres- ents. Poor Johnny. His besetting sin was his impatience. and too much ambition. They could never have been happy together, really. Thus Sugar reasoned it all out, | and was surprised that it did not hurt more than it did. She was surprised, too, that she did not know Cart was the man she loved from the minute she set eves on him. But | Jt was best, she decided, that love hadn't struck her like a blinding light that night down in the ratty old cellar. Bec: it would have seemed hopelessly impossible than that the wonderful Jim Carter could love her. | And she probably would have run far away from it all to die a lonely old maid! Scoop was so busy picking up threads and sniffing out the truth about the Le Masters Theater robbery that it was almost midnight before he learned of Sugar's incarceration in the old jail. When he did he grew purple with rage. But there wasn't much he could | do after 12 in a town as small as | Lorien. Everything was closed up | like a tomb. For hours he walked the streets like a caged lion, fuming at the slow passing of time, Finally, | too weary to walk any further, he | went back to his room to throw himself on the bed, fully clothed, and | wait for the breaking of day. News of Sugar's engagement to Johnny had dazed him at first, But &s he thought it over calmly he didn't see how it could possibly materialize. Johnny was only a 17-year-old pen- niless boy. And he was a thief. There was no doubt in Scoop’s mind that he had taken the money. His disap- pearance cinched that. He was deeply sorry Sugar had cared for him. But they had been thrown together since they were babies., and it was no doubt a small case of puppy love— two lonesome children clinging to each other for love and companion- &hip. Sugar would get over it; then he would have a chance to tell her of | his own love, It was clear to Scoop, then, why she had suddenly cooled toward going out with him; Johnny ‘had left the orphanage and she felt that she had to be with him on her | nights off. . Then Scoop fell to musing on the Ted-headed mystery girl angle. Sud- denly he sat up in bed and crunched | out his cigarette. There was only “one other girl he had seen in Lorien who might have been mistaken for “Bugar by some one who didn't know her very well, Zanie Lou! | She had red hair, She was about <the same height. And she wore | green oftener than any other color. The green dress Sugar wore had been given to her by Zanie Lou. Did &he know Johnny? Could it be pos- -sible that it was she who left the | theater about the time of the rob- bery? Scoop fumed impatiently until 7| o'clock. Then he felt he couldn't Testrain himself from calling the Le Masters house any longer. They would no doubt be up early on ac- | count of the robbery. It was Eurasia Wwho answered the phone, from the kitchen. “Is Miss Zanie Lou at home this morning?” Scoop asked in his silkiest tenor, and held his breath. “No, suh; she ain't.” Eurasia won- dered who could be asking for Zanie %0 early in the morning. “Who dis callin’, please?"” “This is Bill Darwin, an old friend of hers from New York,” Scoop fibbed -lightly. “I'm motoring through and stopped at the hotel last night. I'd hoped to say hello. Can you tell me where I can reach her please, ‘madam?” The darky was taken up with the respect and friendliness of the strange voice. She tried to be equally polite. “Yas, suh.” she replied cheerfully. “I'm sho Miz Zanie Lou would be right pleased to have yo' all pay yo' respec’s. She done gone down to Roanoke to the P. G. Slocum's. to spen’ de week. Dey done got a tele- phone. Yo' all goin’ be in Roanoke?” ‘Indeed I am!” Scoop exulted. “And T'll certainly look her up. When did she leave?” “She done drive down yest'day evenin.” Scoop hung up and put in‘a long distance call for the Slocum residence. A sleepy voice answered the phone, But he was informed in no uncertain terms that Miss Zanie Lou Lang- worthy was most certainly not at the Slocums. That she hadn't been there in over six months. » If Scoop had waited he might have Peen informed that Mrs. Slocum had Bo intention of letting Miss Lang- orthy visit her daughter. Because $he last time she was there she had vited ‘every eligible young male in city to look her up. And their | sobered. her hat was turned around the wrong way on her head. Then Scoop put his | arm around the old lady's shpulder | again. | “I've a confession to make. Miss Friddle” He hesitated and looked down at the floor. “But I hope you'l | forgive me.” | Mother nodded, and waited. “I—I'm a newspaper man,” he blurted boyishly. “Not a lawyer. I| didn’t really have a client who wanted | to learn the identity of Sugar Friddle. | I—wanted to find out myself, for her sake. You must believe me when I tell you I meant no harm.” The old maid chuckled. “You weren't fooling me, young man! I knew who you were, all the time. Sugar had told me about the nice New York newspaper man who had been so good to her. I was sure of your honorable intentions. but your curiosity and ability to bluff gave me a scare I'll never forget.” Scoop grinned foolishly. Then he “‘Are you at liberty to tell me now? Do you know who Sugar Friddle is?" “I do.” The old maid's eyes clouded with pain. “But I wish I had never | found out. Come along. young man. Take me to Mrs. Le Masters.” (To be continued.) ?When shiffles start have chil it. Don't be too curious. Don't al-| low the desire to find out what it is lead you to approach too closely. “Never fail to use your ears. That | is what they were given you for. Be | suspicious of every unfamiliar sound. 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Big sandwiches, home-made and cake, | All separately put up, And coffee, piping hot, they had, Served via paper cups. A happy three who needed not | The world about, complete | Their circle, and a picture that | A traveler loves to meet. ... 'THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. .C‘., TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1935. Nature’s Wart Hog—Phacochoerus Aeliani BY L'LLIAN COX ATHEY. ESPITE his fearsome expres- sion, the wart hog is a timid soul. All he desires is se- clusion during the daytime amon; the bush jungles and the free- dom to banquet on roofs during the night. However, Aeliani is no cow- ard and when the need to fight presents itself there is no question but that he puts his heart and sou! into the fray. At this time his tail is held erect, the tuft vibrating quite vigorously, clearly indicating the com- batant’s state of mind. When you are jungle exploring in the eastern part of Africa and even as far north as Abyssinia, it is Aeliani you will meet, but if you happen to be in the southeastern part, the chances are you will meet his (‘ousin‘ Pallas. There are only two species of | wart hogs. Both are natives of Africa. Pallas is the longer-headed one. His | wart are pendent and swing from | under his while those of his| cousin pictured here project instead. | Aeliani also has far more hair and | he is not dressed in as red-hued a eoat, As most of us must sec these foreign guests in our zoological gardens, it is well to know something about the | visitors before calling upon them. After reading their habits, life story | and social graces, you will have a | feeling you are meeting an old ac-| quaintance. As their food consists mostly of | Toots to be found in their native jungles, they are mild-tempered among their neighbors. 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