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AY, MAY 2 Neglect to Plan a Way RY CYNT In @ Western city recently, a sor Years a married man had hed @ woman of aitractiveness, Many let 'piness with cach other passed betiwe: Pun to the uswal ending of swoh affat the woman who had foolishly given dying words declaring her terribdie m n Eastern city, not long ago, a mysterious murder took place. A woctety wan, seemingly young, seem- dmgly rick, seemingly Messed of for- tune in many ways, wos found in his @partment, murdered. Into the mact- strom of investigations which fol- lowed in the vain attempt to find the murderer, were drawn many foolish 2 women who never dreamed their infatwation for the dead would ever come to light. The man had created the belief that he was wealthy, a delightful companion @nd true friend. The pitiless light of Police investigation disclosed the fact Phat Ae was false to the very core; gambled for the money to spend on the luckless ones who were draton into his net, only to make them pay dearly in turn. He dluffed and cheat- ed his wey thru life, But he neo- lected to plan some way to deceive death. Rumans think they ere stronger than the moral iaw, stronger than the fundamental forces of ight, We @acape for a time, it may be, but hor @bout the end? Does it pay? ee Nationality of Wilson's Parents Dear Miss Grey: Were Ex-Prest Gent Wilson's parents English, and, Mf so, is it unlawful to elect a presi- @ent born of foreign parents? B. H. M. dm Ohio, his mother in Scotland, both Being of Scotch-Irish descent. The Dirth of the parents does not ther if the is a native-born citizen of the ited States. _ Shakespeare Greatest _ .English Poet Dear Miss Grey: Who was the Breatest English poet, where was he Dorn, when and where did he die? > MARY Wiliam Shakespeare, born Sirat- ford-on-Avon, England, 1564; died there April 23, 16! eee Concerning the Sphinz in Egypt Dear Miss Grey: Who butit the Sphinx and for what purpose? M.™. The Great Sphing ts supposed to have ben t by King Chephren of Egypt. It was supposed to pro- tect the neighboring tombs from evil spirits. pe John Adams First planctary space; they the eun in clouds or the atmosphere rendering them and grinding them usually fine dust; large meteors are @s fireballs and acroiites, of which have reached the 4g comets are masses of meteors eee 'falo Bill Died Age of 71 Years Dear Miss Grey: How old was Bill when he died and in Set year end month 214 be dio? & HL | He was 75 years old. Born Feb- Peary 26, 1446, and died January 10, —“Gets-It” Tickles Corns to Death First Steps All Pain—Then Peels the Core Off Don't ¢: tured feet. to fox trot on corn tor- Get rid of your corns. If ve never aecn a corn tickled h, just apply,a few drops of It” to yours. Then watch that corn die—peacefully as if it had gone sleep. Boon it is sotsing but a loose piece of dead skin that you ean lift right off with yo fingers. Get after them now, Your drug- gist has “Gets-It.” Costs but « trifle <or nothing at all if it falls. Manu- factured by E. Lawrence & Co., Ahi- jo. Sold in Beattle by thé Owl 0. Skin Troubles/| —— Soothed — | With Cuticur ep Phas Dra TLE aa “soul mate Only two of the many times when | President Wilson's father was born | | ACynthia Grey: Some Humans There Are Who Override the Moral Law and the Fundamental Forces of Right, but to Deceive Death. NIA GREY did tray in the pe fers prociaiming the en the two. rs so much “right” to ha quick retribution followed. The woman shot her companion, then turned the revolver on herself, her istake and her hopelessness. “The Golden Scorpion” By SAX KOMWER Copyright by Robert M. Moliride & Ca. (Continued From Yesterday) Stuart looked up with a start to the table. “Perhaps,” continued Miska, “you will think that we were illtreated, but it was not so. weeks’ journeying we came to large city, having many minarets and domes gfimmering in the moon light; for we entered at night. At the tite I had no idea of the name of this city but I fearned afterward that it was Mecca. “We stopped before the gate of a large house which was presently opened, and the camels entered the courtyard. ‘Then, suddenly, I knew why we had been treated with such that I was in the house of a slave dealer” “Good heavensf muttered Stuart —"this is almost incredible.” “I knew you would doubt what I had to tell you,” declared Miska Plaintively; “but I solemnly swear what I tell you is the truth. Yes, I |was in the house of a slavedealer, and on the very next day the dealer, Mohammed Abd-el-Ball + offered |me for sale.” She stopped, lowering her eyes and flushing hotly, then continued with hesitancy med Alxtel-Bali was beyond the purses of all except one of the agents. Ho had indeed settled the |barguin, when the singing and danc ing and shouting—every sound, it seemed—ceased about me... and into the little room in which I crouched amongst perfumed cush- fons at the feet of the two men, walked Fo Ht. CHAPTER IV “Of courre, I did not know that only knew that a tall Chinaman had entered the room and that his face was entirely covered by a green vel FoH! addressed the dealer tn a language which I did not understand, altho I have since learned that it was Hindustani, and the Indian from & purse which he carried counted out the amount demanded by the dealer and placed the money upon & little inlaid table which stood tn the room FoHi gave him some brief order, turned and walked out of the room I did net see him again for four years—that is to say, until my 19th birthday. “Then, one day—it was actually my 19th birthday—Chunda Lal pre sented himself and told me that J was to have an interview with Fo Hi. “To a wing of the palace where we lived I was conducted by Chunda Lal There, in a room of a kind with which I have since become painfully familiar, a room which waa part Ii brary and part laboratory, I found |the veiled man seated at a great, lit- tered table. As I stood trembling before him he raised a long yellow hand and waved to Chunda Lal to depart. “He told me briefly that my life of idleness had ended and that a new life of activity in many parts of the world was about to commence. When, finally, he ceased speaking, he struck a gong which hung from & corner of the huge table, and Chunda Lal entered. “FoHi addressed a brief order to him in Hindustani—and a few mo- ments later a second Chinaman walked slowly into the room.” “This, said Fo-Hi, ‘is Minka’ “The other China&an continued to regard me with those dreadful eyes; then: “*You have chosen well,’ he said, turned and slowly went out again.” “What is the name of this other man?” asked Stuart eagerly. Miska glanced at him rapidly. “Oh, do not ask me questions, please” she pleaded. “I will tell you all I can, all I dare; what I do not tell you I cannot tell you—and this is one of the things I dare not tell He is @ Chinese scientist and, I have heard, the greatest genius in the whole world, but I can say no more —yet.” “Is he still alive—this man?” “It is useless to ask me—oh! In- deed, I would tell you if I could, but I cannot. Let me go on from the time when I saw Fo-Hi in Cairo. He |told me that I was a member of an organization dating back to remote antiquity which was destined to rule all the races of mankind—the Celes- tial Age he called their coming tri- amph. “From that day in Calro--oh! how jean I tell you! I began the life of jan adventures! I do not deny it. I came here to confess it to you. “] see the question in your eyes— why did I do it? Why did I ture |men into the clutches of Mo-Hi? For |this ts what I did; and when I have | failed, 1 have been punished.” | Stuart shrank from her. “You confess,” he said hoarsely, “that you knowingly lured men to death” “Ah, nom she whispered, looking about her fearfully—"never! never! I swear {t—never!” | You almost drive me mad,” he ‘enid in a low voice, resembling the tones of repressed savagery, “You tell me so much, but withhold so much that I am more bewildered than ever, helpleseness in an Eastern house hold, but why should you obey the |behesta of this veiled monster in {Yondon, in New York, in Parin’?”’ | "she did not raise her eyes. “§ dare not tell you. But I dare |not disobey him." “who is he?” Stuart asked. “No one knows, because no one has ever seen his face. Indoors he wears @ Chinese dress and a green veil, Io passing from place to place, vy was enacted. For three of @ young But when the affair had disgust on the part of the maw for} find a Swiss waiter placing tea upon After several | al considePution on the journey; I knew | “But the price asked by Moham. | Uris was his name at the time; 1/ I can understand your} HELEN, DID | GET ANY MAIL TODAVP I'M EXPECTING A DIVIDEND CHECK ON THAT RUBBER STOCK - | NEED CONTINVOUS DON'T You NGR THERE* USED THer SAID "ARS WE OWN HEARTOD F which he always does at night, he in attired in a kind of cowl which only exposes hin eyes—" “But how can such @ fantastic being travel?’ “By road, on Jand, and tn a steam yacht, at sea. Why should you doubt my honesty?’ He looked into her eyes, “But can you not tell me what ft all means? What or whom is “The Scorpion’ ?”" | She flinched. The Scorpion isa paasport. Bee.” From a little pocket in the coat of her costume she drew out a golden scorpion! “I have one.” She replaced it hurriedly. “I dare not, dare not tell you more. But this much I had to tell you, because * © ° TI shall never see you aguin! She suddenly stood up. Stuart rose also. A look of terror crept over her face, and hastily lowering |her veil she walked rapidly away from the table and out of the room! Flushing with embarrassment, he quickly settled the bill and hurried out of the hotel. But Miske had disppeared, (Continued Tomorrow) | DOINGS OF THE DU FRECKLES AND HI5 cMonewrL 6 l] ppscuss-uns IM THE SEATTLE STAR FFS WERES ALLTHE MAIL THAT CAME TODAY! S FRIENDS W CISTSN — TIMES ARE TicHT ANO HERG MGNACES IN THE WeRLD, BUT DON'T D VG MONOCLOGYUS AGouUT (Tt ff SSR ASE weat o Wash That Itch Away We know wash D. D. immediately ealm, cool sensation when the itch is taken away. ne wash penetrates the giving inetdnt relief from BARTELS DR Daddy, bring home some of E Boldt’s French pastry.—Advertisement, Acid Stomach For 10 Years Now a Different Weman EarnestlyPralsesEatonic “My wile wees acid stomach for 10 years, H. D. Orippen, ‘‘bnt te @ woman since taking Sofferers from acid stomach’ — let Eatonie help you also, It quickly ries ont the | » feel well and strong, from bloating, belching, food | reposting , ete. Big box costa only s \ with your druggist’s cuarantes. wAdvestisomenly TWO PIECES OF MAIL AND BOTH OF "EM WEDDING INVITATIONS! CAN You BEAT ITP tHAYE BEE EXPECTING THOSE AND THEY EACH MEAN A NOUR ARITTUMETIC = You KNOW SOME DAY You WANT ‘TO BE A BUSINESS MAN AND YOU'LL NEED A WAIR OFF A COLLIC DOGS TAIL YOU PLANTED ON MY Dome? WELL, WHENEVER [ FEEL WAPPY OR WHISTLE, tT WAGS mY J, aN * story—"So they went back over the trail, my father and the baby’s father to their homesteads, And for five months the man worked, and planned and dreamed about the time when he would have his little son with him again. “Five montha—then the house was all ready and his arma fairly ached with thelr emptiness. , “I want my baby,’ he said to father. ‘When you go to Olympia to file on your homestead you will bring him back with you, eh? “And father said, ‘Surely I wil be glad to do that; he ts a good traveler—that little fellow; how he did hing on around my neck! “ "Next week it is that I am go ing and when I come back I will bring the baby.” “So it was arranged and father started off, aswuring his friend that he was only too glad to bring the baby back.’ “After father was gone and he was all alone his friend began to think, ‘I wonder how sister will fee! about letting the little chap come. Let's see, she has been tak Ing care of him for the better part of a year. I used to see hor kiss ing his fat little knees, and the SAV DOC!+ REMEMBER THE June Will Be an Expensive Month If You MusT Expect Those }———————" ar Qrattle 5 ee aa THINGS IF You HAVE SAY FRIENDS! To LOAN M DOLLARS? | WANT "Tom, WILL You FIVE SEND A FRIEND OF MINE SOME SUPPOSE You WERE A FARMED, AND SIX COWS Fort WOULD You ATRANSPLANTED op» LOCK OF HER FAVORITE MOVE ¢ od Page 371 I CANNOT GIVE HIM UP Miss Frances went on with her|/back of his neck ag If she couldn't get enough of him. “Funny thing how soon a little fellow lke that winds himself around a woman's heart. Lots of trouble they are, too, always get- ting things dirty, bumping their heads or getting cut or some thing. She certainly was good to him.’ “And se on and on his theughts Tan, and presently he went tnto his new house and began to get ready for a journey. Over the trail he walked, hurrying on mile after mile, his lips set, his eyes 4o that for you; I think I shall |*owing determination and tn his mind he sald, ‘No, sir, I take no chances on that. If she says no to Frank, what can he do? But if T am there she must give me my boy. “Well, when father (that was Frank, yes, the very same Frank who had the dream of America, David) got to Olympia and went to get the baby—eure enough the wuntie would not let him go. “I can't give him up,’ she said. ‘He is like my very own and I love him with all my heart. See! He clings to me; how could his father take care of him when he in so little? I can't give him up. 1 can't, T can't. You can just go back, Frank, and say I would not fet you have him,’ (To Be Continued.) Confessions of a Husband (Copyright, 1921, by N. B.A.) ALONG AND OFFERED To BUY 4 & HOT LOOKING EGG NOw!+ my PLANTED HAIR GREW UP HALF WIDIAN BLACK AND HALF CURLEY SLOND ! A MAN CAME 50 EACH, Wow Off he started, the Council trooping after. Pretty soon Nick and Nancy re turned with a peck of pepper-corns, Nancy carrying most of them in her apron. Fllppety-Fiap and all the jungle creatures were waiting. then,” sald the fairyman, sitting down on a stone and laying the coffee mill on his knee. “Every- body hold his nose, for I'm going to grind up these peppercorns into powder, and it's very sneezy.” When it was finished, Flippety- Flap poured the whole business into a paper bag and put the coffee-mill neatly away. “Now come along, folks,” he com- manded next. “The time has come for us to do something.” Off he started, the Counell of Crea- tures and the twins trooping after. They stopped at Woofy Wart- Hog’s hole first. Woofy crawled tn, and Fippety-Flap sprinkled some pepper-dust on his door step. Next came Andy Antelope and after he'd got settled in his house, 16 LES GETS A SYMPATHETIC LISTENER As I was leaving the restaurant after Inch I ran into Leslie Wiggins. “Hello, Les,” 1 said. you looking so blue about?” He gave a start, “Do 1? Heaven knows I feel blue enough, but 7 didn't know I looked it” He tried to amile. “Anything wrong, old man?” “Oh, the usual things.” “Money? We're all of us finding it pretty hard to get enough of it these days, but I didn’t know you had been hit.” “That's not the worst of It.” We walked along in silence for a moment. Suddenly Les said: “Tom, have you a little time right now?" "I'm pretty’ busy, but if there's anything f can do—" “There is, You're one of my best friends, Tom, but I haven't seen much of you lately, I don't know why. Now I just want to talk to you. Can you spare me half an hour?" I knew why T hadn't seen much of Les, but I didn't tell him. Our wives weren't the same sort, and didn’t get along at all. Elaine, his wife, had all kinds of highbrow ideas, and 1 sugpected that she fol, we weren't good enough for them, Les took me into his private office, “What are! He motioned to an arm chatr, then began abruptly: “Of course, I'm hard up for ready |cash. Almost everyone ts, and that I've a good law) wouldn't bother me. practice, but my clients are slow pay right now, and somé side investments of mine haven't turned out as well aa they should have, But there's no good talking about that. “The whole thing is, Tom, and I don’t know why I should bother you with my troubles, but I haven't a soul to turn to, and I feel as if I'll burst if T can’t talk to @ good old friend like you—the thing ts that Flaine—well, hang it, she isn’t taking the thing in a sporting way at all, “She kicked when we had to let the butler go, kicked when she had to «ive up the idea of a trip to Califor- nia, and now that we have to get rid of the car—well, I wonder whether sho cares two straws about me after all. “You know how I married her on my nerye and a few hundred dollars. I was just one of a couple of thou sand young lawyers, I worked like the dickens for her and made good; ¢ I gave her all her father had ever given her and more, But now that I've run into some tough luck—do you know she is talking about going back to her father? “I've always been sorry we didn't have any children, but perhaps it's for the best. It makes me wonder whether I mean anything at all to her, or whether I am just a money machine. Because I'm not turning out thousand dollar bills any longer she is ready to throw me over.” I tried to cheer Les up, but there wasn’t much I could say, As I left his office 1 thought of good, patient Dot gt home, mending her clothes so as to put on a brave front to the world, It made me feel more of a cad than ever. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association) fe Ke | 200 Outside Rooms. 1 ONLY ASKED You DION'T 1? B You DON’T HAVE TO BY ALLMAN ~ 0. Ye Give It Tome! SSS! of Creatures and the A Flppety-Plap éi4 the same . Every creature crawled inte hole, and after he'd got. safely {1 the fairyman sprinkled around. 23 Then he and Nancy and Nick Ri After while old Tag Tiger woke hungry-as-a-tiger. He stretched a8 yawned and decided to hunt dinner. So he came snooping the jungie on his great paddy-feet @@ , quiet as pussy-in-the-corner. ‘ He licked his whiskers as he went and kept rolling his sleepydooking _ eyes this way and that, wa! “I haven't had a dinner of gazelle, for a blue moon,” he muttered ‘to himself. “Think I'll go and see if any of the family are at home.” So off he trotted to the gazelle’s housa, where he stopped and sniffed. , “Yes,” he cried joyfully. “Gamye at home for I smell him.” Just then he gave a loud “Kerehoo” which echoed thru the jungle, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by N. B. A) WE HAVE RECENTLY ADDED 1,500 NEW BOXES TO OUR MODERN SAFETY DEPOSIT VAULTS, ome and examine eur equpment for the safekeep ing of bonds and other valu- able papers, ave. at Pike st, PEOPLES SAVINGS BANK ©

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