The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 9, 1922, Page 11

CHAPTER xt" The Law Purales Dave Dave knew he was stubborn. many men would have come Such a wildgoose chase to Denver tm the hope of getting back a fm ¥orite horse worth so little in actual fash, But he meant to move to his @e intelligently. If Miller and Doble were tn the Not on ¢ity they would be hanging out at | from me. some saloon or gambling-house pee or twice Dave dropped in to ‘Chuck Weaver's place, where the sporting men from all over the con tinent tnevitably drifted when in Denver. But he had little expecta tion of finding the men he wanted there. These two rats of the un Bderworld woukl not attempt to fleece keen-eyed professionals. TRey would prey on the unsophisticated His knowledge of their habits took him to that part of town be low Lawrence street. While he ehatted with his foot on the rail, a glass of beer in front of him, he Made inconspicuous inquiries of bar tenders. It did not take him long t@ strike the trait. “Two fellows I knew in the cattle country said they were comin’ to Defiver. Wonder if they ‘of ‘em's a dig fat guy ‘Miller—kinda rolls when he walks. ‘s small and has a glass eye. himself George Dobie when him.” im here ‘most every day— of ‘em. Waitin’ for the Festi. Pwal of Mountain and Plain to open - Got some kinda concession. x look to yours truly like-—" Phe bartender pulled himself up end began polishing the top the dar vigorously. “When I usta know ‘em they had Mighty cute little trick pony— was Chiquito, seems to me. hear ‘em mention it?" was fussin’ about that today. Seems they got an fer for him and Doble wants to Miller he says no.” es?" P*TN tell ‘em a friend asked for What name?" “Yes, do. Jim Smith.” “The fat old gobbier’s liable to in any time+now.” ‘This seemed & good reason to Mr smith, alias David Sanders, tor Gropping out. He did not care to Dave Miller know just yet who the friend was that had inquired him. But just as he was turning away word held bim for a moment. of the man in the quite proof against Tk &@ good deal I expect the combination ready to bust up,” he whi» confidentially. sore as a boll at each other. I thought they was goin’ to mtx tt yesterday. I breezed up wit" bottle an’ they kinda cooled off.” “Doble drunit?” “Nope. Fact is, they'd trimmed a [Greeley boob and was rowin’ about ithe split. Miller he claimed Doble : out on him I'll bet he did, too. ‘The cowpuncher made it his busi. Rees to loaf on Larimer street for thie rest of the day. : About four o'clock his patience ‘Was rewarded. Miller came roiling Biong in a sort of sailor fashion Gharactéristic of him. Dave had fust time to dive {nto a pawn broker's shop unnoticed. When the fat gambler reappeared, the range-rider fell in behind him un ‘Observed and followed uptown past Tabor opera house as far as California street. Here they swung fo the left to Fourteenth, where ‘Mitier disappeared into a rooming house. The amateur detective turned Back toward the business section. With the aid of a city directory ‘Dave located the livery stables with in walking distance of the house eré Miller was staying. His in Wiries at such stables as he found brought no matisfaction, Neither Miller nor the pinto had been aren at any of them. Later in the evening he met Hen ry B, Weet at the 8. James Hotel “How's that business of yore's gettin’ along, bey?" adked the cat tleman with a smile Don’ know yet. Say, Mr, Wert, if I find a hawss that’s been stole Ww can I get it backT* “Some one steal a bawss from your” Dave told his story, West listened to a finish, “Tt know « lawyer here, We'll ask him what to do,” the ranchman sald They found the lawyer at the Athletic club, West stated the case. “Your remedy i to replevin. If they fight, you'll have to bring wit Resses to prove ownership.” “Bring witnesses from Malapt! Why, I can't do that.” said Dave, staggered. “I ain't got the money Why can’t I just take the hawes? Its mine.” “The law yours.” Dave left much depressed. “Looks like the law's made to pro- tect scalawags instead of honest folks,” Dave told Weet The cowpuncher streets while he NH doesn't know it's walked the thought it over had no intention whatever of giving up Chiqutto if he could find | the horse. So far as the law went he was in @ biind alley. He was Ued hand and foot. ‘The way to recover flashed to hie brain like a wave of light. He must get possession. All he had to do was to «teal his own horse and make for the hills, If the thieves found him later—and the chances were that they would not even at: tempt pursuit if he let them know who he was—he would force them to the expense of going to law for Chiquito. Dave's tramp had carried him across the Platte inte North Dem ver, On bie way back he passed & corral close to the ratiroad tracks. tHe turned in to look over the horses The first one his eyes fell on was Chiquito. CHAPTER XIII For Murder Dave whistied. The pony pricked up its ears, looked round, and came straight to him. The young man laid his face against the soft, silky nose, fondied it, whispered endear ments to his pet. He put the bronco thru its tricks for the bene fit of the corral attendant. “Well, I'll be doggoned.” that youth commented. “The little pinto sure is a wonder, Acts like he knows you mighty well.” “Ought to. 1 trained him. him before Miller got him.” “Bet you bated to sell him.” “You know it." Dave moved for ward to his end, the intention to get possession of the horse. He spoke in a volce easy and casual “Saw Miller a while ago. They're talkin’ about sellin’ the paint hawsaa, him and his partner Doble. I'm to saddle up and show what Chiquite can do.” “Say, that’s a good notion. If I was a buyer I'd pay ten bucks more after you'd put him thru that cireus stuff.” “Which is Miller's saddie?™ When it was pointed out to him, Dave ex Amined it and pretended to disap prove., “Too heavy. Lend me a lightef one, can't your” * “Sure. Here's three or four yourself.” The wrangler moved into stable to attend to his work. Dave cinched, swung to the sod die, and rode to the gate of the cor Had Help the ral Two men were coming in, and| by the sound of their voices were quarreling. They stepped aside to Jet him pens, one on each side of the # so that it was necessary |to ride between them They recognized the pinto at the same moment Dave did them. On the heels of that recognition came Syl ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS THE SEATTLE STAR OUR BOARDING HOUSE WELL» THERE'S, A NEW TRICKIA MISS GILBERT HA-HA-"THATS SOME HATCHED ROOF NoW* TORBEA COMEDIAN = HE WOULDNT MIND SCL ISS GILBERT HAS A | another Doble ripped out#an oath and o shout of warn It's Sanders™ A gun Mashed as the pony jumped | to a gallop. The silent night grew | Roixy with shots, voloes, the clatter | of hoofs. Twice Dave fired anewers) to the challenges which leaped out of the darkness at him. He raced across the bridge spanning the Platte and for a moment drew up on the other e to listen for sounds which might tell him whether | he would be pursued. One last soli- tary revolver shot disturbed the stillness. ‘The rider grinned. “Think he'd know better than to shoot at me this tar.” He broke bis revolver, extracted the empty shell, and dropped them | to the street. Then he rode up the jong hill toward Highlands, passed thru that suburb of the city, and went along the dark and dusty road to the shadows of the Rockies si houetted In the night sky His fight had no definite jective except’ to put as much dis tance between himself and Denver a possible. He knew nothing about the geography of Colorado, except! that a large part of the Mountains and a delect | turned quickly and looked at San ders. He wore a belt with cart | ridges and a revolver “What's your mame? he de manded Dave knew at ones this man was t an ofticer of the law. He knew, "ring yong Aap fare gp tno too, the futility of trying to escape trip to it had told him that one of | ty, ite neighbors was New Mexico, | under the pesngonym be had writ which was in turn adjacent to Art| .9. waers-Dave Sanders.” sonar Therefore he meant to get) 7 . yen.” ' to New Mexico as quickly ax Chi| 0 3" te } o are you quite could quite comfortabty travel. | wss eur of the county.” Unforturately Dave was goin west instead of south. Every step | of the pony was carrying him near er the roof of the continent, nearer | the passes of the front range whieh | lead, by divers valleys and higher mountains beyond, to the snowclad | regions of eternal white. | Up in this altitude it was too cold to camp out without a fire and blankets | “L reckon we'll keep goin’, old| pal,” the young man told his horse. | “~ noticed roads mostly lead} somewheren ” } Day broke over valleys of ewirt| ing mist far below the rider The sun rose and dried the m ture. | Dave looked down on a town scat tered up and down a gulch He met an ore team and asked the driver what town it waa The ualy at him it’s Idaho Springs,” Where you come from?" Dave eased himself in the saddle rom the Southwest.” "You're quite a ways from home I reckon your hills ain't #0 unecur ried down there, afte they?” The © incher looked over the| mountains. He was among the| Dav summits, aglow in the amber light of day with the many blended cob ors of wild Sowers. “We got some} Gown there, too, that don't fit a/jof lady's boodwar. Say, if I keep mov-| ver.” in’ where’ll thiq road take me? | The boy stared at him with hor The man with the ore team gave|rorstricken eyes. “Doble? My God, information It struck Dave that; 4i¢d I kilt him?" MMe clutched at a he had run into a blind alley | porch post to steady himeeit. The “If you're after a‘ job, I hills were sliding queerly up into you can find one at . the sky mines, They're needin (Continued Tomerrow) , Lift Off with Fingers ob | “Whatdjawant me for? “Murder.” “Whadjawant me for? “Murder gasped. His heart bent fast with a prescience of impending din aster. “Murder,” he repeated dully rain eorge Dobie last night in Den reckon of the nda,” the ate solution of the problem puncher nodded frrewell and down into the town He Jeft Chiquito at a livery barn, after having perfonally fed and watered the pinto, and went himself to a hotel. Here he registered, not under hix own name, ate breakfast, | and lay down for a few hours’ sleep. | When he awakened he wrote @ note | with the stub of a pencil to Bob! Hart. It read | “Well, Bob, I done got Chiquito| back tho it looked like rode sure HEAD-ON COLLISION WITH THE BOBBED. HAIR, FAD =~ charged With the murder | BY AHERN IF I WAS DELIGHTING A FRILL WITH MY STEADY COMPANY AN! SHE FLASHED ME, I'D SIGN ouUT ! = WHAT'LL “THEY BE DOIN’ NEXT 2+ WEARIN’ HATS & 4 XN RETO Page 595 ttle * I nel THE KIDDIES “LISTEN IN“ David and Peasy had just come, the room. fn, and as they passed the ict Grandmother was always proud yoom deer, David caught q| of David wirn*he met strangers i —he had such a nice, manly way of shaking hands, and not looking embarrassed, but just glad to be | meeting a new friend. Now, David has always loved! “peggy and 1 are awfully inter. beautiful things, whether they! ested in the Karly Day Things,” and = sunsets, | he said, “If you don't mind, we'd daffodils and lilles, collie dogs! hie to sit in here and hear about and high-stepping horses, little! the banks. « We've met a lot of girla with yellow curls like Seattle pioneers, I don’t see why Pesry's or Just ladies. | we haven't seen you before.” ‘The beautiful lady smile Bo they stopped still aa still for| at him and said, “You aon't Soe & minute to see who the Iady| me, my dear, because 1 didn't might be, and hear what she and stay in Seattle, We moved to Ta- grandmother wore remembering—| Coma when I was still « little girl, it seeured to be something about | and I've lived there 60 years. banks. “When we came to the Puget “IL am perfectly sure,” the beau. | sound country we came up from tiful lady said, “because my whole California on the train, That brought us to Portland; then we memory of Seattle is connected with that bank. Phillips & Hor took @ stage from Portland to ton Co. had a bank in a little Olympia. tiny frame building, and just glimpse of « beautiful lady, and) Peesy caught the words, “Don't) you remember?” are mountains | “It was a troublesome way to come, I remember how rough the roads were and how at every sta- | ton Indians crowded about the across the’ street, if I remember | truin, peering curiously at us. correctly, was this other bank-—| “How tired we were when we the Puget Sound Banking Co,,| réached Olympia, and how very, chat was (@ 3979—ens—” | very anxious we were to reach | Seattle, where we were going to David gave a litte make-believe | jjver* cough and he and Peggy entered | ethan (To Be Continued) Polly and Paul—and Paris By Zoe Beckley (Copyright, 1922, by The Seattle Star) . CHAPTER VII—NEW FACES BEGIN HERE TODAY my soul—because you are you and Polly Dawson, bride of a few days, is)no other,” is crossing Atlantic with er young] Again Polly's vague uneasiness vers On| Was dispelled, Ah, how heaven: . Vio- | sweet it was to be loved . Yet old. fete ehtly jealous, Pa ly ZY THE OLD HOME TOWN arene naman enee, THE HERCULES EASY GOm' CORN STALK SHREDDER CUTTER AND PICKLE SHAVER. - “ACHnD + 7eo CAM RUN IT! safe ABNER TUTHILL LOST HIS BEARD WHILE WATCHING A STRANGER DEMONSTRATE A WONDERFUL, INVENTION-~ EVERETT TRUE HA, NLS, TRUS Ii— RPEEN TRYING TO MA CNT ALONG. THIS It's AN ARTICVE F PAGE 11 BY STANLEY NST SxACTtY WHAT ‘ou REALS Rom THe HOUSEHOLD DEPARTMENT ARTICC Ee” FROM THE “HOVSEHOLO DEPART eo MENT’ df Nou Pay AXLTGNTION TO THS FINANCIAC PAGS bI— THAT Wit GIVS ‘You PU! i MU) Al ( HA right! On the third finger of Miss Rand's drous richness—a square-cut Phire in aq bed of small diamonds. might have ring, or not. sap- It How well Violet Rand fitted into her surroundings —the handsome saloon, with huge vases of multi- colored flowers on egery tabky, the glistening silver and glass on spot: left hand glittered a ring of won-| been an engagement | Polly hoped it was, | cied, was in the tone, | without knowing why she hoped so. | tinction, and wear them with such | business man of the type that always jan air, indefinable, but so ooviously chooses the best boats and oils its | progress with huge tips. “Are you, | Mrs. Dawson?" “It's my first crossing,” answered Polly with a blush she tried to sup press. “Ah? Superiority, or so Polly fan- “You are to be envied,” said a quiet voice at her right. Poily (urn. ed gratefully and saw a thin man with prematurely gray hair and @ friendly smile, (To Be Continued) |she sighed a lithe: as she opened her | less damask, the square, curtained jtrunk, set out her toilet qT} GO ON WITH THE STORY A portly lollipop met them At last Nancy and Nick and Bus-|pasty man where the party was to kits arrived at another part of the | be held. Tandot-Up-in-theAir called _ the Landof-Good-Smelis. As Buskins had explained, all good smells go Up like smoke, and I’m sure we could fell the fairyman that unpleasant nes do too. If you wish to avoid Anything of the sort, my dears, on night boiled onions or sauer Peet are cooking for dinner, never, ever go to the attic, but seek refuge Geown cellar. It will be much more Pleanant. As the three of them stepped out the little elevator into this new ondertul part of Fairyland, emed to the Twins that Thanks ving and May Day and the Cireus ad all got mixed up and come here ‘together, for they could smell turkey and plum pudding, violets nd roses, peanuts and pink lemon Ade all at the same time. A portly lollipop met them and After the how-do-you-do’s were over ‘The bean-pot man and the pasty-shop man spent their summer vacations in this unusual country among the little fairies they liked so well. Now I must tell you, that when the delicious smells go up to the sky they become fairies that look like the things they come from. ‘The smell Of roast peanuts becomes a peanut, the steamy odor of plum pudding becomes a fat plum pud- ding, and the sweet aroma of jelly- cake, a lovely red and yellow jelly. cake, The smelis from the garden becomes flower fairtes, the smells from the woods become tree-fairien, or pinecones or acorns, and the smells from the orchard become round, jolly fruit fairies with rosy cheeks. lollipop to them all. (To Be Continued) introduced the Twins @onducted them to the house of the| (copyright. 1922. by The Seattle Star) wasn't going to but you never ean tell and as old Buck Byington says its a hell of @ long road without no bend in it and which you can bet your boots the old alkali is right at that. Well I found the little ple eater in Denver O K but so gaunt he won't hardly throw a shadow and what can you expect of scala wags like Miller and Doble who dont know how to treat a horse. Well I run Chiquito off right under | their noses and we had a little gun} play and made my getaway and I reckon I will stay a speli and work here. Well good luck to all the boys till I see them again in the sweet by and by, DAVE” | poesn't hurt a bit! Drop @ little ‘The puncher went to the post-|«preegone” on an aching ry office and mailed the letter, after |stantly that corn stops hurting, then which he returned to the hotel. He|shortly you lift it right off with intended to eat dinner and then 100k |tingers, ‘Truly! for work, Your druggist sells a tiny bottle of Three or four men were standing | “Freezone” for few cents, suffi on the steps of the hotel talking |cient to remo’ ery hard corn, soft with the proprietor, Dave was|corn, or corn quite close before the Boniface saw him “That's him,” the hotel-keeper — said in an excited whisper. *Roscius, the Roman actor, covered ‘A brown-faced man without a coat} his circuit in a donkey cart, tation.— Advertisement. the calluses, without soreness or irri. | “But my darling girl, you needn't hung her pretty negligee in the be scared of Violet Rand! She's anly | glistening white bath adjoining the & newspaper woman—someone I met |chintshung cabin and got the place when I worked on the Evening Star “looking homey.” lin New York. She's a sort of | “What do you suppose she's going | writer’ (Ha, a pund what we called abroag for?” \a ‘sob sister.’ Used to do the ‘spe-| Huh—?" clais’ and the spectacular stunts reading the passenger list. you know, interviews and things.”| ‘Miss Rand.” “Lm not scared of her, Paul. It's| “Oh—I haven't an idea, I scarce- only that I kind of thought—4Polly | ly know her, Is she still on your lewiated a button on ber husband's mind? Well, don't bother your head leoat) you know—that we'd be alljabout her. We'll find out soon | alorm—dshe glanced shyly up into his|enough what she's going for—Vio's face) to ourselves on this—this won-|some talker, Come on, dear, there \derful trip and—" foes the luncheon gong.” | Phen everybody’d be kidding us| They found seats at a round table for honeymooners! We want to mix | holding eight. To Polly’s slight dis- a bit with the other passengers, |may, Miss Rand was there across Pussy. I tell you Violet Rand is a/from Paul She was a dashingly good fellow; you'll like her when you | handsome girl, five or six years older know her.” than Polly, with blond hair, coiffed “Hut she's so-so terribly smart|in the last cry of smartness. Her and ehie and breezy and—and— | suit, of a dark mahogany shade, was somehow she makes me feel like a—|obviously the product of one of the s0 unsophisticated.” «mall Fifth ave. shops into which | ‘You, my girl, my darting, are as | Polly had scarcely dared to go, the |1 want you—sweet and genuine and day or so she had been in New |good and beautiful.” His arms en-|York. 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