The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 4, 1922, Page 9

=e oR tes Fee eee ey 6FlULUOCUV eV eee ee Ag Be Fn eR cts ¥ ti € * about as much sand as @ brush| i } E as a dog’s hind laig, Dobie. | You what a yellow coyote you are,” | strode oking-lase on a dresser newr the | foot of the bed. | Ge to it, sonly Grad the gun and dust hie haid wh open! an exelted voloe encouraged Hart | Hut Dobie clung to his weapon | as a lost cow does to a ‘dobe w r hole in the desert, Bob got a grip | Jon his arm and twisted till he| screamed with pain, He did al (Continued From Page 6) cowpuneher found himself of a cyclone, His He grap him by ofa young the active cente own revolver was gone. pled with a than, seising the wrist to prevent the long-darreled Colt’s. ‘The Tel, a bullet flying thru the ceiling Other men pressed about him, try tig to reach him with their fists @fd to strike him with their wea-/ head spin and escaped, One hun pons, Their high heels crushed!/dred and sixty pounds of the Mesh of his stockinged | muscied cowpuncher Ianded on his | f The darkness befriended Dave. | midritt the sixshooter went | massed melee they dared not| clattering away to a fat corner of hoot for fear of hitting the wrong | the room. Mark, Nor could they always be| Bob dived for the revolver, Doble gure which shifting figure was the | for the door, A moment, and Hart enemy. [had the gun. But whereas there Dave clung close to the man he | had been three in the room there Dad seized. using him as a shield | were now but two, Qgninst the others, The pack! A voice from the bed spoke in Bwayed down the hall into the | curt command, “Cut me loose.” Bob Wedge of light thrown by the lamp had heard that voles on more than tn the room. Jone roundup, It was that of ‘En ‘Acrosg the head of the man next |erson Crawford. him Shorty reached and raised his| The range-rider’s sharp knife cut Sim. Dave saw the blue barrel of the ropes that tled the hands and the revolver sweeping down, but | feet of his employer. He worked could not free a hand to protect|in the dark and it took time Bimeecif. A jogged pain shot thru “Who are you? Howeome you Dis head. He stumbled and went | here? demanded the cattleman. @own. Heavy boots kicked at him]. “I'm Rob Hart, It © @ story S where he lay. It seemed to him | Miss Joyce sent me and Dave San | that bolts of lightning were sigzag: | ders.” answered the young man, ) Sing thru him. still Duay with the r@pes. The pain ceased and he floated! From below came the Sway into a sea of space. &@ shot, the shuffling of m “Must be him downstairs.” “I reckon. They’s a muley gun in the hall.” Crawford stretched his cramped mus flexing and reflexing+ his arms and lees. “Get it, son. We'll dritt down and nit in.” When Bob returned he found the | big cattloman examining Dobie's re- volver, He broke the shotgun to/ Bay grin on his good-looking face. | make sure it was loaded ‘He, too, examined his gun before} Then, “We'll travel.” he Amid followed Dave thru the dormer | coolly | "Window and passed into the frowsy| The battle sounds below had died hamber. _* | away. From the landing they At @he top of the stairs Rob also | looked down into the hall and saw ted before passing down. Why|a bar of light that came thru a Bot be sGre of his line of commun | partly open door. Volces were ‘ ms with ghe roof before going| lifted in excttement. * far? He did not want to be in; “One of Em Crawfor @ hurry that his retreat would| some one was saying Be, cut off. Passel of ‘em must be round With as little noise as possible | place.” Bob explored the upper story. The} Came the thud of a boot on some- first room in which he found him-| thing soft. “Put the damn spy outa Self was empty of all furniture ¢x-| business, I say,” broke In another gept a pair of broken-backed chairs. | angrily One casual glance was enough here.| Hart's gorge rosa. “Tha's Mille He was about to try a second door|he whispered to his chief. “EH When some one spoke. He recog-| kickin’ Dave now he's down ‘cause Sized the voice. It belonged to the | Dave whaled him good.” man who wrote his pay checks, and| Softly the two men padded down i came from an adjoining room. the stair treads and moved along “Always knew you was crooked|the passage. " Never| “Who's that? demandel Shorty liked you a» lick jn the road. [il] thrusting his head into the hall say this. Some day I'll certainly | “Stay right there or I'll shoot.” hang yore bide up to dry for yore} “Oh, no, you won't.” answered the treachery.” cattieman evenly “I'm comin’ into “No use to get on the peck, Em.|that room to have a settiement. @on't do you no good to make| There'll be no shootin’~tunieas I do sote. Maybe you'll need a friend | it~ , you're shet of Brad” | Fils step 414 not falter, He moved “It relieves my mind some to tell forward, brhshed Shorty aside and into the midst of his ene use trigger atoe! and a of ¥ feet. r. CHAPTER VIT Bob Hart Takes a Mand Bob Hart waited tit! his frie nd | Thad disappeared into the house be fore he moved. “Thought he'd ran tt over me, so Toost here on the roof, did he? |, I'm after the ol’ horn-toad Jemp," the puncher murmured, riders,” } A whole the f 4 explained the cattleman. “You got | mies. Dave tay on the floor. “His hair rabbit and I'd trust/you as far as I | wan clotted with blood and a thin would a rattler, you damned side} stream of it dripped trom ‘his head |The men grouped round his body The knob) had thelr eyes focused om the man | the door|who had just pushéd his way in. |All of them wére arméd, but not jone of them made a move to at | tack. For there is something abow a strong man unafraid more potent than a company of troopers. Buch a nfnn was Emerson Crawford now His life might be hanging in th balance of his enemies’ fears, but he gave no sign of uncertainty. His steady gray eyes swept the le rested on each worried face, fastened on Hirad Steelman. The two had been enemies for yearn, rivals for control of the range and for leadersttP in the community. Before that, as young men, they had béen candidates for | incher calught hie right arm, in|the hand of the girl that the better and in no more than time.!one had won. The sheepman was ime deflected bullet pinged thru a shrewd and cunning, but he had no in his hand and slowly opened inward. The rattle of the latch brought George Dobie’s sty, shifty eye round. He was expecting to see one of his p friends from below. A stare of| [blank astonishment gave way to a leaping flicker of fear. The crook jumped to his feet, tugging at his gun. Before hé could fire, the Fangerider had closed with him. ‘The plunging attack drove Doble back against the table, a flimsy. round-topped affair which gave pos beneath this assault upon it. The wo men went down in the wreck. fle wquirmed Iike a cat, bat be he could turn to use his re ver Bob was on him again. | oir and @)| ADV ENTURES OF THE TWINS Clive Roberts B , | other “Here we are now, at the gate of Mother Nature's school ] the thing he ha | Hart thrust his revolver back Jour ponies. A queer thing happened when Burkins and the Twins arrived in the Strange new country above the Slouds on tiwir dandelion parachutes. The little dandelion paracht bees) suddenly became ali a and Nick saw that they hi kind, bright faces, and arms and le and feet. “Will you maid the jitth to Mother chool es (or and is now,” are please excuse und we / are afraid t! yes, indeed!” said, Nancy po io right along. I'm sorry kept And thank you for bringing w “That's all right,” they answered Worrying off. “We're going to visit your school,” maid Bust “and if you late tell Mother Nature all o jen to the children, “I'll More about this place glons: see, Mother @ School here for the litt fy, #0 they'll know how you. to grow. Many of the seeds have wings, you know, or something just as good, that they ean fly with like your p chutes. The weeds only one kind “There are also the thistleseeds, | the milk-weed seeds, and the seeds of many kinds of tree flowers yme other seeds fly different They ja them stick to the birds’ wings and athers. When the birds fly, the seeda hang on until they come dandelion and in a have ce where they wish to grow, then they drop off. “But here we Mother let re now. Nature's uw go in. I'm sure Mother Nature i disturbed and who'll be us.” | Buskins opened the gate and they all walked into @ large garden where Little seed: fir at the ente of ‘ome whool, ¢ are | we welconm. n't easily glad to see ut in re und a beau t a de (To Be Co (Copyright, tif f) ttle Star) OUR BOARDING HOUSE 2 vow bors ‘ar /WENVY DUM EXPEC ANYBODY ELSE To SLEEP WHEN HE DREAMS WITH HIS CUT-OUT’ OPEN LIKE THAT 2 = I'D LIKE "To / THUMP HIM OUT / OF TUNE ts “fr Sf i y } “Us em Vuh a et Gy such force of character as in| ford, At the bottom of his heart, | tho he secthed \ with hatred, he Quailed before that le¥el gase, Did} his foe have the house surrounded | with his range-riders? Did he mean | to make him pay with his life for d Wone? | an laughed uneasily, An! option tay before him. He, could fight or he could throw up the hand he had dealt himself from a stacked Kk. If he let his enemy walk | Away soot free, some day he would probably have to phy Crawford with interest. His eholee was @ charac teristic one “Well, I reckon you've kinda up set my plans, Em. ‘Course I was wcoddin’ you. T didnt aim to hurt you none, tho I'd ‘a’ liked to hay talked Y®u outa the water-holes } The bie attioman ignored this / absolutely “Have a team hitched right away. Shorty will ‘tend to/ that. “Hob, tie up yore friend's haid with a handkerchief” { Without an jnstant’s hesftation inte ite holster, He was willing to trust Crawford to dominate this group of lawiess foes, every one of whom beld some deep grudge aga t him Almost any of them would have nt him in the back on a dark night, but none had (h# cold nerve to meet him tn the open. Shorty looked at Steeiman. Waitin’, Brad,” he said The sheepman nodded qullenty “You done heard your orders, Shorty.” The emconvict steeple hat, thrust his back into holster, and went Jingling from the room. He looked insolently at Crawford ax he passed “Different ¢. If it was my mayo I'd go thru.” Hart“administered firet aid to his friend? “I'm servin’ notice, Miller that some day T'll ‘bust \you wide and handsome for this,” he said, looking straight at the fat gambler “You have give Dave o and you'll nog get away 1 pack a° gun. Come a-shootin’ when you're ready.” retorted Millor. | Tha’s Hable to be right soon, you damn horsethief. We've rid ‘most | & hundPed miles to have a lil’ talk| with you and yore pardner there.” | Stidutin’ About that race yet, are} you? If I waen't a better loser than you | “Don’t bluff, Miller, You know| why we trailed you.” Doble edged the talk. He was stil short of wind, but to ser | thick wits “a denial seemed neces wary We ain't got, yore brones.” “Who mentioned ‘our Hart demanded swiftly "Called Ad a horsethief, Steel “Tm reached for his revolver its with it” | brones?* | didn't You, too. You've got n yore veat pock » the brush some servin’ notice right me have come ets, but hid out wheres. I'm now that Dave and to collect.” Dave opened hin world which danced He had a spl ; the ma eyes upon al haaily before | ue headache. | he aaked. ‘| in with a bunch p wrang *.” Bob told him. They're going to be plumb sorry | they got gay.” 1 Presently Shorty returned. “That team’s hooked up," be told the world at large | You'll drfe us, Steelman,” an-| nounced Crawford. “Me!” screamed the leader of the on. “You've most nerve I ever did see." got thé | Polly and Paul—and Paris By Zoo (Copyright, 1982, by The Seattle Mart CHAPTER HI—THI the Haat TORY other more Since Paul Daw found new joys from GO ON WITH TH They had known each than half a year on's gon Polly in ‘the old town that had begun to bore her. Paul Liked her first evening they gether at her sister's Paul liked her would tell her. self she typed old Canthy's letters and helped Aunt Sue with the dishes ehe maw that the had talked to-| evenings Paul twilight smiled In the waited for him to the street that before and Hked her, she dull come whiw had mer, wos magical Paul liked hor-~maybe more than W3 THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN BUS! ~“ \{ wart TILL HE OH BUS!! EAGES HIS FACE OUT TH! DOOR = WAKE UP= CUT {rut morstenuPy | EM SHORT = HERE'S A’SPECIAL |WIS SNORE BUGLE] WITH THIS DELIVERY’ FoR You! PITCHER OF 7 NECK BROTH! nen Pr | Buster 1S HEAVY ON THE_SNORE_SOLOS ==: THE ‘3 | Drive him home, Brad,” | Shorty with bitter sarcasm. | k his boots, Wait on him 00d. Step lively when yore new bons whistles.” He cackled with laughter. 1 dunno as I need to drive you home,” Steelman said slowly, feeling bin way to @ decision. “You know the way better ‘n I do.” | The eyes of the two leaders met “You'll drive,” the cattleman re. peated «teadily The weak spot In Steelman's lead. ership was that he was personally | not game. He dared not face showdown “Oh, well * * Page “Well! Mrs, Martha's daughter what's f{ matter? We | can talk things over on the way. I'm not lookin’ for trouble .” he said | Bob helped his partner out of the! house and into the surrey. The eattieman took the seat beside Steel man, across hin knees tha | { shotgun. He had brought memy along for two reasons. was to weaken hin prestige with his | own men. ‘The other was to pre vent them from shooting at the rig | as they drove awny. | Steelman drove in sflence. ris/| heart was filled with surging must be stopped from aning that | hatred. During that ride was born | | a determination to have nothing less | particular hill for coasting. | than the life of bis enemy when| “We went back to the fire and berthens4 = hy Ege talked in hushed voices awhile, “Get out.” maw and how we thonght ft had (Continued Monday) happened. Onur voices got louder — ——— gradually and our spirits rose again. The boy wasn’t dead— probably he'd be alright tn a day | or 80 “You know how we talked; how laughter came back, and| pretty soon we decided to go on | why waste | continued, “you would think an| accident as serious as that would| have pettied us.” | “How serious was [tt David! interrupted. “You fust maid that a boy banged into a stump, Was he much hurt? , | “He was terribty hurt, dear,” the story-teller sald, “so badly | hurt that Mr. Payne felt that we | Beekley = MOONLIT ROAD Mked—she would whisper as ste Iny meer ‘happily wloeple 7 |] st came fo rarety? nd then she would swiftly turn, hiding her hot cheeks in the pil.| “Met we reskoned without Mr low and murmuring, “Paul | Paul with our coasting snowtime and good skiding when | NO MORE COASTING THE OLD HOME TOWN 1D LIKE To 5 GET MY HANDS THAT PROF \HIGGIN BOTTOM HIGGIN BOTTOM \ ? He DID ME Our OF A WEEK wy BOARD aa TT Rua tee 2 PROF. HIGGINBOTTOMS FAMOUS AN LAST NIGHT, LEAVING BEHIND Two OF CARDS, AND “THREE UNPAID BOARD ens- These Apartments All Look Alike EVERETT TRUE PAGE 9 BY. STANLEY ON “THAT Scamp ae IMAL SHOW CEPARTED LEAKY WATER PAILS,A DECK BY ALLMAN €VERSTT, % Saw ‘tov out HISCHWAT SUNDAT. 591 ON SECOND Payne, While we talked, he had worked, and he had secured enough help so he worked fast, and—all over that scrumptious, | slippery hill he carefully seatter- ed ashes, Ashes! wept. “What did we care if there were dangerous stumps to get past? What did we care that at each street sing was a mighty hump which sent the sleds up in the air and let them down with a breathtaking thump? What did we care for anything, exoept that it was snowy and slippery and funt* The story was finished. Pegsy asked “aestions about the “hurt- ed” boy and David grumbled at the man who could be so hard hearted as to scatter ashes for so unreasonable a thing as safety, and grandmother aid it time to go, and the kiddies heard her saying to Mrs. Martha “If tho weather is good we plan to take the children to Olym. pia tomorrow. They have never met Mrs. Bigelow—and you re. We could have er there OF MG AND GACH TIM L TRIED To PASS llyou'ln SPEED UP eee HH Hr member she was the first school teacher in Washington yen be. fore it been st (Mrs. Bigelow's story begins morrow.) Paul—| Sometimes at dances it seemed as| | if he caught her thought for he| “Oh, gosh, would hold her more closely or closa| Let's nee, I romember you didn't his hand over hers with warmer | say ‘Pleased to meet you" when we pressure. Oh, it was all so sweet—~| first met. Yet I knew you were It was such fun, too, to show him|were you, Polly? Say yes—Ah! about the town—the falls, the river| “And you talked about things that road, the lake where they swam and interested me, or rather you let me skated, Even the old movie palace |talk your arm off—that pretty arm became a happy place. jin rose georgette! “De you know,” said Paul there| “And onee when T ht one night, his shoulder touching hers | chocolates you scokted me for spend in delicious Rew intimacy, “you're | ing so much. You said some droll t lifferentest girl | ever knew? thing about young men starting bank “Am T—why?" (Polly rejoiced that unts and making hits with the the seats In the movie theater were | boss by economy, It wasn't preachy no clove together. She had hated|—Jjust quaint, I loved it them went with Charlie] ‘Then you lend me books, corktn, Brig ones. I dida’t know gitls knew the it's so hard to say you |rible kalsomine and lip-rouge. kind of books like, girls wouldn't well, you dress different, Everything cr has distinction, nd you don’t lay on all that hor You fellows And look #0—-#0 clean, Polly!" “Thanks, kind air!” “Oh, well, you know what T mean. y, Polly, let's get out of this stuffy place; I ¢an't breathe.’ ‘The Interval had come between the andy Jed Polly and Paul squeezed past knees and feet and hats and boxes and with mind b for the moonlit skirting river, one road en | beyond, both drank in deep breaths you saad | IVING ON “THE You LOAREO ALONG IN FRONT They hurried past the scattering houses at the edge of town and as they came into the silvered scene of the sweet, cool air, and relaxed to a slow wall. Polly's soul countryside sang. ‘The ‘familiar seomed changed to fairyland. A sound as of wings beat softly in her ears, It seemed as if the very trees and meadows called out to hér in friendliness — “Happiness, happiness—he loves the film drama and the comic stunt. | | him | the white road with eyes that seemed the ]v you, loves you" She turned a little and looked at He was staring ahead along lit from within, She sensed some ae abstraction. Suddenly he looked down at her, the light in Mis eyes heightened, « tenseness about his lips. He clasped and unclasped her hand with an ene dearing nervousness, “Polly—I must tell you something, You're so wonderful, dear, and so different and fine and lovely—I'nt just a chap who wanta to do the vest that's in him, but hasn't a mile lion dollars or a fleet of cars or, house with nine masters’ vedrogts and seven baths-—* “Paul—you absurd old thing—* but who might accomplish won ders if he had a chance. Polly—"* He broke off suddenly, staring pas sionately down into her face, Then, “Polly, I-—-U'm, going abroad.” “(To Be Continued