The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 25, 1919, Page 13

EVERETT TRUE wien & START A STORY WANT TO rs : FINtSeh cr {tt BY THORNTON W. BURG (Copyright, 1918, by T. W. Burgess) Bob White Keeps His Secret it was doubly anxious to find | Pasture. this White's secret. So he hurried | to the post where Bob was with all his might, “Bob!” 4 Peter. ‘ve just found Carol's Mest and I've promised to keep it a @ecret. Won't you show me your Mest, too, if I'll promise to keep that ‘& secret” Bob White threw back his head and laughed joyously. “You ought| ‘to know, Peter, by this time,” said/ he, “that there are secrets never to| be told to anybody: My nest is one of | these. If you find it, all right. But I wouldn't show it to my very best friend, and 1 guess I haven't any Detter triend then you, Peter.” | ‘Then, from sheer happiness, he “Rob-Bob White! Rob-Bob | iter with all his might. | Peter was disappointed and a litte | out. “I guess,” sald he. “I can) your old nest if I want to. [| it isn't any better hidden than | that neat, Peter?” Meadow Lark's, and I fous ” Bob White, who is sometimes | tangle. Quail and sometimes Par. | right or left Along to the jook Peter on his way He didn't either ily. “Go ahead, old Mr. Curt. | use Go ahead all you please, So he. “It's funny to me how way folks think themselves smart. it was Peter scampered Been lucky. that you just happened to find was Bob White's nest. Carofe nest. If you happen to) had chosen that 1 mine, I won't have a word to knew Why don't you go hunt for would expect to find her nest. nest, Peter?” going,” replied Peter, rather ous place she could have Uy. for he knew that Bob knew | made it the safest. he hadn't the least idea where | look. It might be somewhere on Green Meadows. It might be Near Neighbors. the Oid Pasture. Bob hadn't | ote enero given the least hint as to where it But Peter had a feeling that 1T BURNS; MAYBE IT’S mt mest wasn't far away and thay) “Was on the Green Meadows. tly Peter began to hunt, run Escaping from a and the other way, and all the) feeling very foolish, for, of| he knew that all the time, feet in diameter, at the ‘Bob ling down inside. grew hot and tired. Finally | he decided to run up in the Old Pasture to rest in the shade of an oid brambie tangle there. Just on the other side of the fence was a|the ground. Numerous path made by the cows and often are being attracted the Leachman ranch Seattle. When lighted the —What Is It? HREF, o'clock in the after- noon — and absolotely no pep.”” Yow call it spring fever, but is it? When you are constipated waste matter re- mains in the eet Sees (igeegawes which are absorbed into your blood carried cell in Sar. Wien your cells are thes poisoned, of course you have no “‘pep.’” Pills,salts,mineral waters, castor oil,ete.,merely force the bowe els to set, and make constipation and self-poitoning a habit. Niugjol is entirely different from drags as it does not force or irritate the bowels. Nujol prevents stagnation by softening the food waste and eneouraging the intestinal muscles to act natarally, thus re- moving the cause of constipation and self-poisoning. It is absolutely harmless and pleasant to take. Nujol helps Nature establish easy, thorough bowel evacue ation at regular intervals—the healthiest habit in the world. Gét « bottle of Nujol from your druggist todey and watch your ‘‘pep’’ come back. i Werrming: ‘Siiariestsd. Yudstied lopitou may nufer tem sobwitates ® Nujol “Why don't you go and hant for bramble to It didn’t occur to him and who is neither, chuckled that there would be the least bit of in his happy-go-lucky right past a chump of tail dead grasa close be the truth ix they have only | side the path, without the least sus- You know well enough | picion that cleverly hidden under it Mrs. Rob place because she it was the last place any one ‘The fact that it seemed the most danger chosen Next story: ~~ Jimmy Chuck's NATURAL GAS FLOWING bow!-ehaped aimiessiy this way and that) crater, about six feet deep and eight top of a 1/600 feet bore, made about six years White was watching him and|ago by a coal prospector, a flow of [natural gas has been discovered on miles from Auburn, according to reports sent to ean flames rise as high as ten feet from sightseers By CONDO|| DOINGS OF "AVING found out the secret of | used by Farmer Brown's Boy, Reddy | Carol the Meadow Lark, Peter Fox and others who visited the Old scampered Spring Fever | OUT ON THE PoRcH wurre THE DUFFS— “Tom, IF You'd LIKE To See Twe VERY LATEST IN Gowns, come STEP Yu eer Dip You ChaRnce IT Of PAY For rr AlLow Now “Tis 1S CALLED Tue ANEW SILNOVETTE Gowns IT HAS A CoOL AND SUMMERY EFrFecT {1 vecuntne “WO SCE Rover SQUIRREL FOOD— “TFONE OF THE REAR WHEELS CAME OFF OTTO AUTO'S BUS, “THAT WOULD SETTLE THE PROBLEM OF STOPPING wea” (Continued From Yesterday) In two minutes he was rolling out of the garage, ensconced in the body of a luxurious and high powered tour- ing machine which he strongly «us peeted to be somebody's private car | lawlessly farmed out while its owner slept The twilight was now stronger, if still dull and as cold as the air it col for Peter Kenny's inverness as the| ar wurged spiritedly up the deserted | avenue, its disdain for «peed regula | ons ignored by the string of yawn-| Ing peg-post cop»—almost human beings in sight Town was indeed deep unk in leth argy at that small hour; the tradi- tional <nilk wagon Itself seemed to have been caught napping. With one | at the flying car; then once more turned and slept Even the Bisarre had forgotten P. Sybarite—showed at | past? the little man. The glamor of the) night was gone and with it all that) all back into confused and distorted | perspective, like the pageant of some | fantastic and disordered dream un certainly recalled long hours after | waking | As for himself, in his absurd at-' tire and bound upon his ambiguous errand, he was all out of the pic| ture—horribly suggestive of an} addled sparrow who had stayed up| all night on purpose to cheat some | Jogitimately early bird out of a chi merical first worm. 1 Seif-conscious and {ll at ease, he! | presented himself to the amused in spection of the night force in the of. fice of the Plaza, made his halting in-| quiry, and received the disconcerting | assurance that Miss Blessington, tho | a known and valued patron of the house, waa not then its guest. Convinced, as he had been from the moment that the words “two: | thirty,” falling from the lips of the Bizarre’s house detective, had made | him alive to his terrible oversight that this would be the outcome at the Piaza, he turned away, sobered, outwitted, and miserably at a loss to | guess what next to do. | Gloomlly he paused with a hand on |the open door of his car, thoughts profoundly disturbed and’ unsettled, | for #0 long that the operator grew reatiens | “Where next, sir?” he asked “Walt,” said P. Sybarite, in a man- ner of abstraction that did him no in justice; and entering the car, mechan |fcally shut the door and sat down, | permitting his gaze to range absently | |among the dusky distances of © tral Park; where thru the nett leafless branches, the lamps that |march the winding pathways glim | mered like a hundred tiny moons of | gold lost in some vast purple well | Should he appeal to the police? | His golicitude for the girl forbade | him such recourse save as @ last re |wort. Publicity must be avoided un-| |til the time when, all else having |failed, it alone held out some little| | promise of assin' But—adrift and blind upon un-| charted seas of uncertainty!—what to do? | Suddenly it became plain to him | that if in truth it was with her as | he feared, at Jeast two persons knew | what nad become of the girl—two persons aside from himself and her| hired kidnappers: Brian Shavnon and Ravard his son formation ruse or wile or downright intimida on, eked out with effrontery, # stout past, but the man with a quick and | heart, and perhape a little luck jan y address of Shaynon's Jand as the car slipped away from the | my position.” hotel was sensible of keen regret that the} time he changed his clothing. the pie Jefferson | directly over their heads, the firian Shaynon himeelf ored, rendering P. Sybarite grateful |,’ tol Inche, together with the greater part fortune —-nelther | rupted them the only | prearms nor large amounts of money | | seeming polite additions to one’s cos | impatiently, without making himself tume for a dance. ot his WERE IN. OuR WHA-000 - “THERE GOES A WHEEL =~~— NOW WATCH SOME FAST COPYRIGnT bY From them alone authoritative in- might be extracted, A baleful light informing his eyes mouth, he gave the operator the town house o had left at Peter Kenny's siven him by Mre fortuitous front of one of those few oid-fash toned, brownstone, English basement | ‘rested consent residence and shop and sky: | residences which , seraping hotel blinked apathotically | pyr;), today survive on ave. |shoulderer, and frowned down upon| | by beetling hives of trade. At all of its wide, old-style win silk were drawn. not deep in slumber: the outer front doorn were not cloned. stain Laying hold of an obsojete bell pull, P. Sybarite yanked it with a spirit in tune with his temper. Immedi. ately, and considerably to his #sur- prise, the doors were thrown open and on the threshold a butler showed him a face of age, grey with the strain of a sleepless night, and drawn and set with bleary eyes Mr. Shaynon?” the little man de manded sharply “W'tch Mr. Shaynon, air?” inquired the butler, too weary to betray sur Prise—did he feel any—at this ill timed call . Kither—I don’t care which.” “Mr. Bayard Shaynon ‘as just left not five minutes ago, rir ‘Lett for where?" “His apartment, I presume, sir “Than I'll kee Mr, Brian Shaynon.” The butler'’s body filled the door way. Nor did he offer to budge. “I'm afraid, sir, Mr. Shaynon is ‘ardly likely to see any one at this hour.” “He'll sea me!” replied P grimly. gather?” ot yet, wir; but Sybarite. “He hasn't gone to bed, I e's goin “Very well me in.” Suxpicious but impressed, the ser: | vant shuffled aside, and P. Sybarite brushed past him into the hallway “Where is he?” “If you'll give me your nime, sir,| I'll tell him you're ere.” P. Sybarite hesitated. He was in anything but the mood for joking, yet | @ certain dour humor in the caught his fancy and persuaded him Against his better judgment “Nemesia,” he said briefly Mr.-name—what?) Beg jest pardon, om-e-ais,” P. Bybarite articulated distinetly “And don't Mister it He'll understand.” “Thank you.” cnuttered the ser vant, blankly; and turned. “If he doesn't—tell him it’s the gentleman who was not masked at the Bizarre tonight." “Very good, wir.’ The man moved off toward the foot of « broad, shallow staircase at the back of the hall. On impulse, P. after him. “On second thoughts, you needn't announce me. I'l! go up with you.” “Vm afraid 1 can't permit that, Sybarite strode by] HOGAN'S CHICKENS air,” observed the | And P | frightened movement | com: Peane to permit th | “Welt OVER GOES “TH’ BACK END THUSLY —— OUT POPS vA ™ TELL MR. HOGAN YO KEEP HIS CHICKENS OUT OF A JANE FRONT = AND - Personaut, | Tuwk. rr iS RATHER SPIFFY — 4 SAID FOR HIM EXTRA WHEEL Dorr Helen | CORCEATRATE. On MM Preot air, utler, he Afraid you'll have to Sybarite would have pu of agility om in one of hin age and bulk >"GUNOUS expression pelUling about | put himeelf in the way. sir!’ he begged rrified. ved un “It I was it might cost me ‘ybarite drew back, relenting. But at this juncture, from a point ot ‘ | immediately In five minutes the oar drew up in| 4rd returned? insists on seein’ you wir “y below 59th at, elbowed, | Nemmysix What!” | “He has it right—Nemesi« visible. the butler t's it's “Who is that, Soames?” says barite replied, Incistvely One sign alone held | ¥0U want to or not A curious sense of illusion troubled | out any promise that all within were | You'll have tof” called & person. voice inter he called, Mr. din vir in nime's P. Sy And you least no recognition as he squrried | gows, ruMed shades of straw-colored |My as well see me now, whether Sooner or later ‘There was a sound of heavy, drag had lent sembiance of plausibility to| frosted glass panels of the inner | ing. his incredible career; daylight forced | doors a dim light cast a sickly yellow | himself at the head of the stairs; now without his furred great coat. and Bria n Shaynon Upon the| sing footateps on the upper land showed but still in the evening dress of elderly Reapectabitity sadly Reapectability rump jehield of | trous and tmmaculate, his tle twisted ! | wildly beneath one ear buttoned pled ani h fastenings ‘These things apart hour the gills proud flush of h ed 10 years in the fleeh; go! « bewhisker in maltreated, bosom m™ its place le chol gone the quick now smouldering. lifeles He stood po noment no longer the white lus- his collar un as tho wrenched from its of fury he had within the n pallor ic fire from eyes dull and all but ring down, with an ob- vious lack of recognition that hinted at failing sight 1 said his b the me. dor n't slowly “That turned. ports | wi.” Nemesis?" He stagger: a gropin | sir?” eyes alone His accents quavered querulously It was a bid odd, come to think | Jand P. Sybarite with a flash of scorn | of it—the ‘ole affair, sir. Must ‘ave put his unnatural condition down to| been over an hour ago, Mr. Shaynon drink | ‘ere 'e com ‘ome alone from the Far from it.” he retorted, ruth. |dance—I see you must've been there }lessly, “The cat's out, my friend—| yourself, sir, if I m'y mike so bold your bag lean and flapping empti-jas to Uke notice of your costume. ws! What,” he demanded, aterniy | Very fawney it is, too, sir—becomes what have you done with Marian | your style ‘andsome, it does, sir.” ant. im-ne- | cantly |a step before You may as well let| him on th Is this an untimely joke of some sort, | seem to know you. he with a weary shake of ‘and it's most inopportune pur Bay-| vember; they'll worm the truth out ot him within 20 minutes, if I don’t ket It from you now, The game's up. What have you done with the giri?’”| For all answer, a low ery, like the plaint of a broken-hearted child, is sued from the leaden, writhen lips of the old man. And while he stared in wonder, Brian Shaynon seemed suddenly to lose the strength of his limbs, His lege shook beneath him as with a alsy, and then, knees buckling, he tottered and plunged headiong from top to bottom of the staircase CHAPTER XxX “"I's gone,” the butler announced, Kneeling beside the inert body of Brian Shaynon, where it had lodged on a broad, low landing three steps from the foot of the staircase, he turned up to P, Sybarite fishy, un emotional eye & pasty fat face ‘The little man said nothing. Resting a @ on the newel post, h oked down unmoved ,rpon the ™ 1 wreck of him who had been his life's bane, Brian Shaynon lay in death without majesty; a crumpled and dishevelled ruin of flesh and clothing, its very insentience suggest: ing to the morbid fancy of the little Irishman something foul and ob- scene. Brian Shaynon living had been to him a sight less intolerable. Dead,” the butler affirmed, releas ing the pulseless leaden wrist, and rising. “I presuzne I'd best call ‘is doctor, ‘adn't I, air?’ P Sybarite nodded indifferently. Profound thought enwrapped him like a mantle, The butler lingered, the seals of professional reticence broken by this strange and awful accident. But there was no real emotion in his tem- per-—only curtosity, self-interest, the impulse of loquacity Stroke,” he observed thoughtfully, fingering his pendulous jowls and staring that’s wat it was—a before He'd ‘ad a bit of shock you come in, sir. Yes?” murmured P. Sybarite, ab- I fear you must excuse } sently n't be “I've business with you Perhaps Shaynon P. sy you didn't the name I gave your butler baluster rail Blessington?” ated | offor tion. | “Brian He! from the The that manded of the butler in a m peremptory that the truth slip; before the fellow realized it Miss Marian ‘asn’t returned as yet ball,” he whispered ‘e's not quite ‘imself, sir. a bit of a shock, as one might say I'd go easy on word from me.” But P. vieo without an instant’s considera Mar—-Marian?”’ “why, |himself together with a determined “gho's in her room, of course. | Where should she be?” she” true?” im, wwe marite re im catch Neme repeated va and deac hand ely Nemesis! the man pulled if you'll take a|but it seemed to work on Mr called, ught Sybarite de nner so ed out >) ‘ad “you ted No | “Yes, sir; a bit of a stock, owin’ to ix ‘avin’ quarreled with Mr. Bayard, sir Oh!” P. Sybarite roused. “Quar. reled with his fon, you say?" Yes, sir; somethin’ dreadful they was goin’ on, 'E couldn't ‘ave got it when you come. Mr. Bayard gone not more than five ve minutes P. Sybarite interrogated with his | “Never mind me. What happened the old voice iter. | when Mr. Shaynon came home?” “Wry, ‘e ‘adn’t more than got in side the ‘ouse, sir, w'en a Iidy called on ‘im—a lidy as T ‘ad never set eyes on before, sime as in your caise, sir; altho I wouldn't ‘ave you think I mean she was of your clawas, sir. Properly speakin’, she wasn't 1 mean ‘Ardly }a Ndy at all—but a woman, to n'y, a bit flash.” “T understand you. “Woll, sir, 1 didn’t to over’ear w'at ‘er business were, there somethin’ ‘orrid. They were Sybarite traversed his ad-|closeted In the library upstairs not more than 20 minutes, and then she went, and ‘e rung for me and to ! bring ‘im brandy and not delay about it, "E nearly emptied the decanter, too, before Mr. Bayard got ‘ere. And the minute they come together, it was ‘ammer-andtongs. ‘Ot and vy they ‘ad it for upward of an hour, be'lnd closed doors, sime as like with the lidy, But wen Mr | Bayard, ‘e come to go, sir, the old gent follows "im to the landin’—just | where 'e was when he spoke to you, | sir, before ‘e ‘ad the stroke—and ‘e jsays to ‘im, says ‘e: ‘Remember, I |cawst you off. Don't come to me for nothin’ after this. Don't ever you darken my doorstep ag’in,’ ‘e | guess comin’,” he mocks ‘im open; ‘you're in this business as deep as "e says, ‘and if you cross me, I'll double-cross you, s"help me Gawd, and in the newspapers, too.” And | with that, out ‘e went in a rigs.” “So that was the way of it’ P. Sybarite commented duly. | So Mrs. Inche had sought the father to revenge herself upon the son; and with this outcome—-Bayard | unharmed, his father dead! . | That was exactly ‘ow it ‘ap- | pened. sir,” affirmed the butier, rub- | bing his fat old hands. “You're wasting time, Go tele- |phone the doctor,” said P, Sybarite, | suddenly “Right you are, But there's |no real ‘urry. Ff dead Guy | Fawkes, and no doctor livin’— “Nevertheless, telephone—if you don't want to get into trouble.” “Quite right, sir, I'l do so at sir. | once Turning, the man waddied off, dis- |appearing toward the back of the house Alone, with neither hesitation nor @ single backward glance at the body |of his ancient enemy, the little man |swung about, walked quietly to the |front door, and as quietly let himself | ou! | He was of no mind to be called as a | witness at a possible inquest; and | business of far greater import urged him, the real business of his life, this; to discover the whereabouts of | Marian Blessington with the least | avoidable delay. His first cast having failed, he must now try to draw the eon; and, |1€ possible, before the latter learned of his father's death, Not until about to re-enter the car |did he remember he had neglected |to secure Bayard’s address from the | butler. But he wouldn't turn back; jit could be ascertained elsewhere; Pe- ter Kenny would either know it or know where to get it. To Peter's rooms he must of neces: sity return first of all; for it would not much longer prove possible to go up and down and to and fro upon Manhattan island in a black silk dress coat and flaming scarlet small clothes; to change was imperative, “The Monastery,” he directed, set- | tling back into his seat. It was now clear daylight: a morn: ing of bright promise breaking over Unsightly and Disfiguring Signals of Bad Blood Don't close your eyes to the warn- ing which nature gives, when un- sightly pimples appear on your face and other parts of the body Not only are these pimples and splotches disfiguring, but they lead to serious skin diseases that spread and cause the most discomforting irritation and pain, Sometimes they foretell Eczema, boils, blisters, scaly eruptions and other annoyances that burn Itke flames of fire, and, make you feel that your skin ts ablaze, When these symptoms appear on any part of the body, take prompt steps to rid the blood of these dis- says. And Mr. Bayard, sir, ‘e ups|growth of stubble upon his chin, and laughs fiendish in ‘is own). . . jfather’s fice. ‘You've got another! “Wait,” he told the driver, Watch the Little Pimples; They are Nature’s Warning PAGE 13 By ALLMAN Worry ABovT WaaT 3 GonlG “To Do JusT CAMEAT — \@ town much livelier than it had — been half an hour or so ago, with more citizens abroad, some striding briskly to the day's work, some | trudging wearily from the night's, Over all brooded still that effect of |{Nusion; this might have been, al- most, @ foreign city into w Ls P. Sybarite himself felt old be ne worn and tired, and with a ful finger rubbed an overnight alighting at the Monastery; keeping you.” Money passed between them—meore than enough to render his wishes in- violabie. A dulleyed hailboy recognized and let him in, sullenly pessing him on | to the elevator; but as that last was jon the point of taking flight to Peter Kenny’s door, it hesitated; and the operator, with his hand on the half- closed gate, shot it open again in- stead of shut. A Western Union messenger boy, not over 40 years tired, was mitted at the street door. joquy there was distinctly audible: ‘Mr. Bayard Shaynon?” “"Leventh floor. Hurry up—don’t keep the elevator waitin’.” “Ah—ferget it!” Whistling softly, the man with thé yellow envelope ambied nonchalantly into the cage; fixed the operator with a truculent stare, and demanded the eleventh floor. if 8B dorsement in ink, “Mr. Bayard Shay non, Monastery Apartments,” was for several noments within two feet of P. Sybarite's nose, 2 It was indeed, anything but easy to keep from pouncing upon that wretched messenger, ravishing him of the envelope (which he was new employing artfully to split a whistle into two equal portions—and favor to none), and making off with it be- fore the gate of the elevator could close. Impossible to conjecture what inti- mate connection it might not have with the disappearance of Marian Blessington, what a flood of light it | might not loose upon that dark In- trigue! Indeed, the speculations this cir cumsiance set awhirl in P. Syba- rite’s weary head were so many and absorbing that he forgot altogether | to be surprised or gratified by the fa- vor of Kismet which had caused their paths to cross at precisely that instant, as if solely that he might be informed of. Bayard Shaynon's abode. “What doo! demanded Western Union, as he left the cage at the eley- enth floor. “Right across the hall." 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