The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 18, 1919, Page 17

AND X HAVE PAINS IN MY , AND AFTER GATING I Such Awful DISTRESS, BY THORNTON W. BURGEs: (Copyright, 1919, by T. W Burgess) A Family of Weavers GOLDY THE ORIOLE spied a piece of string in the Bushes almost over Peter Rabbit's a. With a little cry of delight flew down and seized it. But the Was caught, and tho she tug and pulled with all her might, couldn't get it free. Goldy saw trouble she having, and, cut ting his song short. flew down to help her. Together they pulled and tugged and tugged and pulled. “We simply must have this plece of string.” said Mrs. Goldy, “I've been hunting everywhere for just Such a piece. We need it to bind Our nest fast to the gpies With this I wont have th t bit of fear that the nest will ever tear Wose, no matter how hard the wind At last they got it free, and Mrs. derful nests I know of,” continued Welcome Robin. “It is like a deep pocket, made of grass, string, hair and bark. all woven together like a plece of cloth. It is so deep that it ia quite safe for the babies, and they seem to enjoy being rocked by the wind. It looks dangerous, but really it is one of the safest nests I know of. Snakes and cats never get way up there, and there are few feathered nest robbers who can get at the eggs or babies a deep down im that nest. Goldy is sometimes called Golden Robin He isn't a robin at all, but I would feel very| proud if he were a member of my| family, He's quite as useful as he is handsome, and that's saying a Breat deal. He just dotes or pillars. By the way, have you | his cousin Weaver yet?” THE SEATTLE STAR—WEDNESDAY, JUNE 18, 1919 MoTER, Kin! WAVE. JIMMY Come over. AN’ Kin We PLAY IN | “ws TURP 4 IN HERE AN’ LET ME SMELL “fl. sToP oT AUTO WITH A BELLOWS LOADED UP WITH SNEEZE POWDER BK Wiener a Te Yes, | Guess Ir wi Be ALL RIGHT. I's WARM “TO DAY - BEEN DRINKIN~< WHAT REASON HUW - ONEETE POWDER 2 THATS A GOOD OWE ‘al - CoPpYmianr 6Y tour Danny Gives a Swimming Party. ON, Jimny f WANNA GO ? KEEP STiLt - | KNOw- You’RE THINKIN’ OF GOIN’ OUT T’NIGHT AN’ SEND ROSES To PAVE TH Al PAGE 17 By ALLMAN Pn A supearne, 1 Dor mip I= - 1 KNOW [f WELL~00 IND { YOu KNOW THAT TODAY |S ouR WEDOIN‘ ANNAN check these for me, please. I shan't | riously be going for some time yet.” “Sorry, sir, but the cloak reom/} down ‘ere’s cloned, sir. You'll have to cheek then on the ballroom floor | | above.” do you mean too; and after what Marian!non, myself, or none. told me, I just couldn't trust) what he did to me—and to meet or speak to either! I bolted back here, “You alone have not yet blushed (Continued From Yesterday) o Zz “God's good to the Irish “& your bathroom?” land listen to your degrading con-| man. feasion had iow,” he added, when Peter Ken. mynelf | ny, stretched out on the couch, had of them. So Goldy fiew away in triumph with the string in her ‘ill. Goldy fot Peter watched them fly to tip of a long, swaying branch You know mine.” | “No matter," said the ttle man: land grouping in a pocket, he pro- duced a dollar bill and tendered it to Where's XVI a big elm tree near Farmer 's house. He could see some. Which looked like a bag hang. here, and he knew that Peter 'y Must get terribly tossed about n the wind blows. I should think i! babies would be thrown out.” “Den't you worry about them,” 1 @ voice. this, | Peter looked up to find Welcome sitting just above him. “Mrs. g\ in the Orlole family | | “Mrs. Goldy makes one of the most wonderful nests I know of,” contin. ued Welcome Ribin. Peter shook his head, he. “Who in Weaver?" “Why, the Orchard Oriole, of course,” replied Welcome Robin. “The art of weaving seems to run | For my part, I don't see how they do it. It must take more patience than I've got. Hello! There's Mrs. Robin calling me. Good-bye, Peter.” Off few Welcome Robin, and Peter | once more settled himself for a rest “No,” said qualnted With Weaver. A bachelor never figures on mar- tying a widow, but when a widow's figuring on marrying a bachelor it's Next story: Peter Becomes Ac- y With a gesture Kenny indicated its location | “And handkerchiefs—?" room.” in « twinkling P. Sybarite was off and back again with materials for n anjiseptic wash and a rude band. ag “How'd you know I was Irish demanded the patient “By yourstlf's named,” quoth P. Sybarite in a thick brogue as nat- ural as grass, while he worked away busily I know it. "Twas me mither’s mat den name—Kenny. She had a broth er Michael he was and be way av bein’ a rich contractor in thin very town as ever was, befure he died— Goé rit his sowl! He left two chil dren-—a young leddy who misepelis her name Ma-ellye—keep still Peter, yersilf, me cousin, if It's not mistaken I am,” “The Lord save us! said the boy “You're never Percy Sybarite’ P. Sybarite winced he pleaded in a stage whisper. “Some one might hear you.” “What the devil's the matter with you?” / ‘Lam that man you named—but prithee, Percy me no Percevais, an you'd be my friend. For years I've kept my hideous secret well. If it becomes public now Peter Kenny laughed in spite of his pain. | “I'll keep your secret, too,” he volunteered, “since you feel that way THEATRE CONTINUOUS DAILY—1! TO 11 BIG NEW SHOW—TOMORROW TO SATURDAY FEATURE } PHOTOPLAY PEGGY HYLAND “Cowardice Court” MAR Comedy Miaylet, HIPPODROME VAUDEVILLE TTA CRAIG & “The Glad PALMER & TRACY Piano TRACY, SEBASTIAN MERK America’s Songs and Patter BUD MecINTYRE Song Impersonations Weekday Matinees, 1 REAL PAINLESS DENTISTS In order to introduce our new (whalebone) plate, which is the lightest end strongest plate known, covers very little of the root of the mouth; you can bite corn off the cob; guaram tood 15 yearn. All work guaranteed for mornin and get teeth same ly a 18 years, Hav day, examin: EXAMINATION FREE Teeth. ‘o impre jon and advice Open Sendays From 9 te 12 fer Working People OHIO CUT-RATE DENTISTS Wranez-Patercon Oppcaite Oe about it. But, I say, what hi |you been doing with yourself sinc | since He stammered. “Since the fall of the House of Sybarite?” “Yes, I didn’t know you were in New York, even.” “Your mother aad Mae Alys knew but kept it quiet the same sald thé little man. ‘But—well—what have you doing, then?” | “Going to and fro lke a raging lion—more or less—seeking what 1 might devour.” | “And the ¢ | goo eh? | enough, | “L think,” said P. Sybarite quiet |ly—"I may say—tho you can't see it—that my present «mile would, to |@ shrewd observer, seem to indicate I'd swallowed a canary-bira nice, fat, golden canary-bird repeated, smacking his lips \ unetion ou talk as if you'd swallowed a dictagraph,” said Peter Kenny. It's my feeling,” sighed P. Sy rite. “But yourself? Let's see; when saw you last you were the only uuthentic child pest of your day and generation—«ix or seven at most How long have you been out of col- lege?” A year—not quite “And sporting bachelor rooms of been have been high-spirited ourings You're with “I'm of age. Besides ‘* you must know, mother and Mae —_/« are both dotty on the society game and I'm not. I won't be rushed round to pink teas and—and all thing.” “War more wholesome than pink whiskys at Dutch House,” “You don't uriderstand—* “No; but I mean to, There!’ an nounced P. Sybarite, finishing the bandage with @ tidy fiat knot “make yourself comfortable on that couch, tell me where you keep your whisky and J'll mix myself a drink “Tis black Irish, and weil | “Not #0 loud!” | fifteen | he that sort of} suffered himself to be covered up |—""not being an M. D., I've no con weclence at aji about letting you talk am with curiosity; and knowing be- sides that you can't kill but with kindness.” | You'll find the whisky on the but- | fet.” aid the boy | “Obliged to you,” P. Sybarite re | plied, finding it. “And I suppose I—" “You're quite right; you've had enough. Alcohol in nothing to help mend a wound. If your friend Hig gins permits it, when he comes— well and good. Meanwhile,” he ad ded. taking a seat near the head of the couch, and fixing his youthful | relation with a stern inquiring eye “what were you doing in Dutch House the nigpt?” | “I've been trying ta tell you- | “And now you must. Is there a cigar handy? ... Thanks. This whisky is prime stuff. | I'm waiting.” “Well.” Peter Kenny confeased | sheepishly "m in love" “And you proposed to her tonight at the ball? | “Yes, and—" “She refused you.” “Yea, but—" “So you decided to do the maniy thing—go out and pollute yourself with drink?" “That's about the size of it," Pe ter admitted, shamefaced. “It's no good reason,” announced P. Sybarite, ‘Now, if you'd been celebrating your happy escape, I'd be the last to blame you.” | “You don’t understand, and you | won't give me a chance- “['m waiting—all ears way you mean.” “It wasn't as if she'd left me any excuse to hope... but she told me flat she didn’t care for me.” | “That's bad, Peter, Forgive my |ill-timed levity: “I didn’t mean it meanly, boy," P. Sybarite protested. “It's worse than you think,” Peter complained. “I can stand her not |caring for me. Why should she?” | “Why, indeed?’ “It's because she's gone and prom ised to marry Bayard Shaynon.” P. Sybarite looked dazed. “She? Bayard Shaynon? | the girl?” Marian Blessington, Why do you |ask? Do you know her?” ‘There was a pause. P. blinked furiously “I've heara that quietly, at length. “Isn't she old Brian's ward—the girl who disap red recently? | “She didn’t really disappear, real ly. She's been staying with friends |—told me #0 herself. foundation the | story.” “Friends?” “So she said.” “Did she name them?” “Or say where?” ‘No; but some place out of town, | of course.’* “Of course,” P. Sybarite repeat ed mechanically, He eyed fixedly the ash on the end of his cigar “And she told you she meant to marry Bayard Shaynon, did she!" “Sho said she'd promised ; | And that,” the boy broke out, “was what drove me crazy, He's—he's— well, you know what he is.” “His father's son,” said P. Syba- rite gloomily. “He was there tonight—the old a Kenny Go on. but not the Sybarite name,” he said Who's | That's all the| Journal had for its| took a stiff drink, changed from cos. | tume to these clothes, and went out |to make a besotted ass of myself. And there-—-the first thing I noticed when I went in was Shaypon, sitting at the same table you took, later |—walting. Imagine my surprine— I'd left him at the Bizarre not thirty minutes before™ | “I'm imagining ahead.” “I hailed him, it, Peter. Get but he wouldn't recognize me—simply glared. Pres- ently Red November came in and they went upstairs together. So I stuck around, hoping to get hold of Red and make him drunk enough to talk. Curiously enough when Shay non left, Red came directly to my table and sat down. But by that | time I'd had some champagne on top of whisky and was beginning to know that if I pumped in anything more, it'd be November's party in stead of mine. And when he tried |to insist on my drinking more, I | mot ncared—feeling what I'd had much as I did.” “You're not the fool ‘you try to |seem,” P. Sybarite conceded. “I heard November promise Shaynon at the door that you wouldn't remem. |ber much when you came to. The old scoundrel didn't want to be seen hadn't expected to be recognized and, when he found you'd followed planned to fix things so that you'd never tell on him.” “But why?" “That's what I'm trying to figure out. There's some sort of shenani gan brewing, or my first name's Peter, the same as yours—which I wish it was Be quiet a bit and let me think.” | For a little while P, Sybarite pondering with vacant eyes; and the wounded boy stared upward with a | frown, as tho endeavoring to puz 80. sat |zle the answer to this riddle out of the blanknesa of the ceiling “What time does this Owen party break up?" “Not till daylight. It's the ast big fixture of the social season, ar J ordinarily they keep it up tll sun rise.” “It'll be still going, then?’ Strong. They'll be in full awing, of after supper dancing.” That settles it; I'm going.” boy lifted on his elbow in then subsided with a grunt Hadley- ne Th amaze, of pain, u're going?” u say you've got a costume of eo? T'll borrow it. We size. “y, some sort hi are much of “Heavens knows, you're welcome, but—" “But what?" You have no invitation.” Rising, P. Sybarite smiled loftily |"Don't worry about that. If I can't | bribe my way past @ cordon of mer. cenary foreign walters—and talk down any other opposition—I'm neither ag flush as I think nor as | Irish." | “But what under the sun do you | want there?” | “To see what's |for myself what devilment Brian Shaynon’s hatching, Maybe I'll do | no good—and maybe I'll be able to put a spoke in his wheel. To do that—once—righ I'd be willing to die as poor as-I'vo lived till this blessed night!" He paused an instant on the threshold of his cousin's bedroom; turned back a sombre visage. “I've Uttle love for Brian Shay- | doing—find out - Beetzebub ® Late enough in all conscience was! ready to go.” “Upper bureaw drawer in the bed-|Yourvelf to death; eaten alive as T/ Naturally, I landed in Dutch Houre,| the last guest to arrive for the Had-| ley Owen masquerade. Already town cars, carriages and private busses were being called for and departing with their share of the more seasoned and sober-sided revellers, to whom bed and appetite for breakfast had come to mean more than @ chance to romp thru & cotillion by the light of the rising |sun—to say discreetly little or noth ing of those other conveyances which had borne away their due proportion of far leas sage and by no means sobersided ones, who yet retained nufficient sense of the fitness of things to realize that bed followed 'by matutinal bromides would be bet- ter for them than further dalliance |with the effervescent and evanes- lcent spirits of festivity. More and more frequently the ele vators, empty but for their attend. ants, were flying up to the famous ballroom floor of the Bizarre, to | descend heavy-laden with languid ‘iaughing parties of gaily-costumed ladies and gentlemen no less bril- Mantly attired—prince and pauper, empress and shepherdess, Kk, milkmaid and mountebank; all weary yet reluctant in their going. At this hour a smallish gentleman. in an old-style inverness opera coat that cloaked him to his ankles, with Jan opera hat set jauntily a wee bit jaskew on his head, a mask of erim son silk covering his face from brows to lips, slipped silently Uke some sly, sinister shadow thru the Fifth ave. portals of the Bizarre, and shaped a course by his wits across the lobby to the elevators, #0 discreetly and unobtrusively that none of the flun keys in attendance noticed his ar rival In effect, he didn’t arrive at all, ‘but suddenly was there. A car, discharging its passengers before the smallish gentleman could catch the eye of its operator, flew suddenly upward in the echo of a igate slammed shut in his face; and all the other cars were still at the top, according to the bronze arrows |of thetr tell-tale dials. ‘The late ar- rival held up patiently; but after an instant’s deliberation, doffed his hat, crushed it flat, slipped out of his voluminous cloak, and beckoned |a liveried attendant In the costume thus disclosed, he cut an impish figure! “Satan on the half-shell,”” Peter Kenny had chris- tel him. A dress coat of black satin fitted P. Sybarite nore neatly than him for whom it had been made. The frilled bosom of his shirt was set with wink ing rubies, and the lace cuffs at his wrists were caught together with ru | bies—whether real or false, like coals lof fire: and ruby was the hue both of his satin mask and his satin small clothes. Buckles of red paste bril- Manta burned on the insteps of his slender polished shoes with scarlet heels; and his snug black silk stock ings set off ankles and calves so well turned that the Prince of Sin him- |self might have taken pride in them, For buttonniere he wore a smoulder: ing ember—so true an imitation that at first he himself had hesitated to touch it. Literally, to crown all, his ruddy hair was twisted upward from each temple in a cornuted fashion that was most vividly picturesque, “Here!” ho said, surrendering hat and coat to tho servitor before the latter could remonstrate—"take and j | ready fingers; “you keep ‘em for me, | down here. It'll save time when I'm “Very good, sir. Thank you.” “You won't forget me?” | The flunkey grinned. “You're the jonly gentleman I've seen tonight, sir. in a costume anything like your own.” | “There's but one of mie in the! unton,” said the gentleman, senten | tous; “my spear knows no brother.” | “Thank you, sir,” said the servant, elvilly, making off. | With an air of some dublety, the Uttle man watched him go. | “1 way!" he cried, suddenly | back! He was obeyed. A second dollar bill appeared as | were by magic between his fingers. The flunkey stared. | “Beg pardon, sir?” ‘come | The well trained | fingers executed their most familiar) 1 have been studying crown and maneuver, “But—m'y I ask, sir—| bridgework for a quarter of @ oem | Wot's it for?” | tary, and have worked te “You called me a gentleman just} master a system that is safe, hel a | tary and satisfactory. Other 5 | tists can do it if they will work “You were right.” learn. Skill and genius are acquired | “Quite so, sir.” by experience and arduous labor, “The devil is a gentleman,” My system of bridgework ts simple masquerader insisted, firm: | and inexpensive, made with a view “So I've always ‘eard, sir.” | to durability and utility. “Then you may go; you've earned) A toothbrush will easily reach the other dollar.” and cleanse every surface of mp Obsequiousness stared sanitary bridgework; it is cleaner ‘ow 80?” than the average natural tooth. “By standing for that antediluvian| No charge for consultation, and bromidiom. I had to get it off my| ™y work ts guaranteed. chest to somebody, or else blow up,| I do net operate on people's pocks Far better to hire an audience when | ttbooks. I have ,elevated dentistry you can't be original. 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