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

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 1922. | asvibee 198, Se Wipeal arrangvenent’ with Ubusbion hletiia Comps / HAS ALL “IWESE I = | el TRUNKS STUFFED UP . (Continued From Yesterday) Thanks, Bot WITH'2= HERE'S A | » a CHAPTER XV Where's yore trunk? I'll take it ¢ : Dave Mects Two Friends and a Foe! right up to my shack,” Hart said WILD LOOKIN BOX = / \ In the early mor Dave turned I've rented a room \ MAYBE [TS LADEN 4“ jo rest his cramped limbs. He was! “Well, you can onrent it You're \ wit ELEPHANT ; oh, and his sleep thru | stayin’ with me | ane" , ) In a day coach, { et he night had been brokens The; “No, Bob. I reckon I won't do IN TUSKS . ight coming from the window woke /that, I'l) live alone awhile | TTX] 1) im. He looked out on the epales:| “No, sir, What do you take me bd nt dawn of the desert, and his/for? We'll 1 yore things up on } jood quickened at sight of the en-/ the buckt | nted mesa. To him came that! Dave shook his head. ‘I'm oyous thrill of one who comes! much obliged, but I'd rather not to bis own after years of | yet. Got to feel out my way while ile |} learn the range here.” At the junction he took the stage * that he was going into a new world, one altogether different from that he had last seen here, Thes® men were not cattlemen, ‘They talked the vocabulary of oll, ‘They had the shrewd, keen look of the driller and the wifibatter, They were full of nervous energy that oozed out in constant conversation. “Jackpot Number Three lost a string 0° toole yesterday, Whi ete dy hag on Johnny, tn’ hellamile. You night to beat that ¢ one wrinkled little man said A big man in boots laced corduroy trousers nodded. “He's smooth as a pump plunger, and he ’ : \ sure has luck, He can buy up «| 7 dry hole any old time and itl) be/ a gusher in a week. He'll bust Em Crawford high and dry before ; he finishes with him, Em had Ought to ‘a’ stuck to cattle, That's a one game he knows from hoof to ‘ hide.” " \ “Sure. Em's got no business in . 7 oll. Say, a you know when they're Fpectin’ Shiloh Number Two in?” . ‘She's into the sand now, but 4 still dry as a cork leg. That's liable to put a crimp in Em's bank roll, q don’t you reckon?" “Yep. Old Man Hard Lack’s! campin’ on his’ trail sure enodeh The banks ‘tl be shakin’ their heads at bis paper soon.” The stage had stopped to take on a mailsack. Now it started again guess that the old feud between Crawford and Steeiman bad taken 4 A a , . » . ‘ » friend was likely to get the worst of it. At Malapl Dave descended from the stage into a town he hardly/ knew. It had the same wide main street, but the business section ex tended five blocks instead of ene. Everywhere oil dominated the place. Hotels, restaurants and hardware stores jostied saloons and gambling: houses. Tents bad been set up in vacant lots beside frame bufldings, | and in them stores, rooming houses and lunch-counters were dotrg bus ness. Everybody was tn « burty ‘The street was filled with men he had to sleep with one ere ~ mt \ they miss the news of some new die bl adv ® < ee The town was having growing 4 pains, One contractor was putting down sidewalk¢ in the same street where another laid sewer pipe and & third put in telephone poles. A branch line of a transcontinental | railroad waa moving ert to tap the new ol! fleld. Houses > fee overnight. Mule teams jingled im and out freighting supplies to P Malapt and from there to the {ields. ve On all sides were rustic, energy, and optimism, signs of the new t West in the making. . Up the street a team of half. < broken broncos came on the gallop, 3 Weaving among the traffic with a j certainty that showed a skilled pair of hands at the reins. From the buckboard stepped lightly a straight and the rest of the talk was lost to| Dave. But he had heard enough to} on a rew phase, one In which his/ | rose the des-| | | Leod Reine. All rights Malapi. Already he could see! tGUNSIGHT PASS BY WILLIAM MacLEOD RAINE To this Bob did net consent with out a stiff protest, but Sanders was inflexible. “Alt right. Suit yoreself, You al }ways was stubdbora as a Missourt |Le'’s go to the Delmonico for al’ | times’ sake, We'll see if Hop Lee mule,’ Hart said with @ grin, “Any how, you'll eat supper with me knows you, I'll bet he does,” Hart had comp in to see a con | tractor about building a derrick for they're fishin,’ Steelman ‘I be drilt-| over | } well, “I got to see him now Dave. Go along with me,” he arged “No, see you later, Want to get my trank from the depot They arranged anshour of meet ing at the restaurant, In front of the postoftfice P met Joyce Crawford. The you ab woman had fulfitied the, promise of | oved down | her girlhood. As sh the street, fall and slender, ther was a light, joyous freedom in her step. So Ellen Terry walked in her resilient prime, “Miss Joyo o—Dave e and bh ther and Bob had more than onee met as a commit tee of three to discuss the interests of Sanders both before and sinec his release, The week after he left Canon City letters of thanks had reached both Hart and Crawford. but these had given no addreen Their letters to him had remained unanswered nor had a detective agency been able to find him he's here,” Bob said Yes, ma'am, Dave! He's right | here in town, Met him half’ an hour ago.” I'm glad. How does he look?” “He's grown older, a heap older And he's different. You know what tall. He's hard ag nalle—and bitter. The brown eyes softened. “He would be, of course. How could bh help it?" “And he kinda holds you off. He's been hurt bad and ain't takin’ ne chances w reckon Do you mean he’s broken?™ “Not a bit. He's strong, and he jooks at you straight and hard. But they've crushed all the kid outa wm. He was a mighty nice boy, Dave was. I hate to lose him.” “When can I see him?” she axked Bob looked his watch. “I got an appointment to meet him at Delmonico’s right now. Maybe I ean him to come up to the house afterward.” Joyce was a you made swift decisio you now,” she said was standing In front of g woman whe Th go with aurant, but he was f in the other direction. His fiat muscular back was In hi attitude was a ce though his body was a bund) steel springs ready to be released Bob's eye traveled swiftly past him to a fat man rolling up the street on the opposite sidewalk “It's Ad Miller, back from the Backed, Well-muscled young fellow:|1 heard he got out this week,” he He let out a moment later a Prised shout ‘of welcome an told the | in a low voice. awford felt the blood ebb Joyce C Upen Sanders with two brown fixte.|from her face. It was as tho her “Dave! Where in Mexico you been, old alkali? We “In Denver, Bob." = Sanders spoke quietly. His eyds| en lookin’ | w: for you everywhere.” | went etraight Into those of Pob| Hart to see what was written there. welcome, neither en i Bor any sign of shame. “But why didn’t you write and let us know?" Bob grew mild Profane in his warmth. He was rrassment 4 easy as tho hie friend had come q back from a week in the hills on a 4 deer hunt. “We didn’t know when the governor was goin’ t Or we'd ‘a’ been right at tt me g of Em Crawford one. Why n't you 4 answer our letters, you darned old scalawag? Dawggone, but I'm glad to see you.” 4 Dave's heart warmed to this fine 4 loyalty: He knew that both Hart : and Crawford had worked in season 3 and out of season for a parole or a pardon. But it's one Ahing to ap pear before a pardon board for a convict in whom you are interested and quite another to welcome him to your heart when he stands before you. found only a glad and joyous | | heart had r. Whe drenched with ice was going to take place between these men? Were they armed? Would the gambier recognize his old my? * knew that each was responel or the other's prison sentence Now they were meeting for the first time since Miller bad been drinking. The ayift precision of his gait showed that. For a moment it seemed that he would pass without noticing the man across the road. Then, by some k on the other si The sign ¢ Delmonico had caught his eye and was hungry. He took one step—and stopped He had recognized Sanders. His eyes narrowed. The head on his nce, he Goddiemighty! he screamed, and the next moment was plucking a revolver from under b ft arm} pit Bob caught Joyce and swept her | behind him, covering her with h body as best he could. At the earme time Sanders plunged fo row-#t ard, ar ht and swift. The re @) APVENTORES on! OF ME TWINS THE DOUGHNUT’S SPEECH = There were more mpeeches at thejand {mportant, made a bow ard sat Pasty man’s party. Nancy and Nick,;down. The Twins looked thought sitting in the front ro so much interested, Buskins said ) that he'd heard better poetry, but after all no one ever mixed food with art and it wasn't to be expected 3 The next speech was made by @ a @oughnut, which said this: “Foolish little Jack a Stutfed on forty kind He ate ali day 'til late at nigt He bad to groan ut every bite, Jack would never mind his m Ate one dou t after ‘not Bought a Wie gieen sour pickle At the grocers for a nickel Doctor came with bitter pits, ck a’ Spandy had the ch omach ache and dizzy he "Deed he had to stay in bed, ‘Btead of ciothes he wears a plaster No food only oll of castor. Home oad day he'll up and die, w’ folks will wonder why, ob why.” an The doughaut, looking very wlemn were ever | ful. r} “That was*sort of like a sermon, wasn't it, Mr. Buskins?” gaid Nick “Yes,” nodded Buskins, “The pasty-roan ought to have it printed and sent around to all the greedy ittle boys and girls down on the earth!” There were flowers there, too, or flower fairies, The arbutus ame forward in } ely pa pink dress and said: “T'm Just a little flower, As all of you can see. I'm very shy and ver weet Afraid of all 1 chance to meet, So this is all of me Burkina looked at his watch which was very impolite, but nece: sary. "We must get back to the apple-tree elevator,” said he, “and re turn to earth, We must make our adjeun to our host.” (To Be Continued (Copyright, 14 by Seattle Star) { atever, don't you| membered that he | TLE STAR PAGES | THE SEA’ S BY STANLEY 1 OUR BOARDING HOUSE BY AHERN | THE OLD HOME TOWN ates ——— a WHAT DO Y'SPos ; OL! MAN HOOPLE | volver cracked. It spag fire a ee ond time, a third. The tgerman head low, his whole splendid body vibrant with energy, hurled himself across the road as the had been flung from a catapult. A streak of | fire ripped thru bis shoulder, An other shot boomed almost simul tancously. He thudded hard intd fat paunch of the gunman went down together. ¢ fingers of Dave's left hand don the fat. wrist of the gam His other hand tore the re ver away from the slack grasp. gun rose and fell, Miller went Without ever an easygoin’ kid he was, always) Th ted tt of jendly and happy a# a half-grown had wn on his pup, Weill, he ain't thataway now, |‘ | Looks like he never would laugh | Sanders rose. He tea again real cheerful. ‘I don’t reckon telephone pole for sup. he ever will, He's done got the haze cleared yw him m brand on him for good. I} anxious face of a young ouldn't see my old Dav him a you hurt?” whe asked exence here. “He's |that’s hurt,” he answered quietly I thought—I was afraid—" Her volee died away. She felt her knees grow weak. To her this man had appeared to be plunging straight to deat | No excitement In him reached the surface, His remarkably steady eyes stil held their grim, bard tenseness, but otherwise his self control was perfect. He was abso lutely imperturbable. “gle was shootin’ wild. Sorry you were here, Miss Crawford.” His eyes swept the guther You'd better ge | “Yen... . You come too, pie voice broke i crowd. n't you reckon?” worry. It's all over.” He the crowd He bega armed, ot t it from wp I'm want before bv and Joyce we'll move ond street corner he dently intending to go 1 Ay good-bye, for Crawford right soon. How in ti Keith on?” st tioned that the boy requently spoke of him. Can 1 come up to gee father Or he'll go to your_room tornorrow—* anxious to mee you. 1 t hardly think I'l be here My plans are n't settled. you just the same, Miss took his words as a direct ré was a little lump in at she had to get rid Perhaps some other him her hand time.” f I'm mighty glad to have seen you again, Mr nf He we Thank you.” | Afte Dave turned | swift h Where's the | nearest ctor’s office? Miller |me in the shoulder | CHAPTER XVIT on | “1 take off my hat to Dave.” aid Hart warmly ‘He's chain lightnin’. I never did eee anything like the way he took that street in two jumps. And game Did you ever hear tell of an unarmed man chargin’ a guy with a gun spittin at him always knew he had sand In Polly amd Paul By Zoe (Copyright, 1922, by The Seattle Star) get a good start. They seem to| fine-looking bank was a great big be fairly good stores | fraud, and the man who built it SESE “poor father! the Beautiful! and planned ft had taken all t CHAPTER IX—SOMETHING HAPPENS Lady sighed. “He had planned| money and run away.” Lying wakeful in ber swaying tening to Paul's deep, regu lar breathing and the steady swish swish of water rv « beneath the Po relistened to my husband hold him : a wife t constantly ome othe ind marriage seemed the foundation of life and happine She had never thought of it 1 ‘hard job” or something that called jal brand of #kill and man for a¢ agement Of course !f you married t rong man, like Charlie Br | But Paul Dawson! With Paul for /eoR ALLTH' FIERCE \\~/LIKE IT'S FULL OF TooLs:\ STUFF WE SPREADS \\ MAYBE “TH OU WINDGUFFER HE HASN'T ANYTHING \N"}| COUNTERFEIT JACK, AND | \THESE TRUNKS BUT /| HAS ALL “TH! RACKET IN \ MOTH BALLS, WING { \\HERE FOR TURNING tr OUT! \ LAINT FALLING SY” THIS CRATE SouNDS SA BOUT KIS ADVENTURES:} HAS A HOBBY OF MAKING tm, COLLARS, AN’ A SPATS ! yN aX \ .\F L WAS CROOKED INSTEAD \\oF HANDSOME I'D TICKLE 4 \ K} TH! LOCK OF THIS.“ & = CHEST = et e x ny v— \s= \\ < ax A ABNER SNODGRASS HAS A BUSINESS PROBLEM THAT WORRIES HIM. JAR ATOR'MOOPLE'S MYSTERY “TRUNKS Bobbed Hair. BY ALLMAN What does Doc Greer " . | eee ED SS say?” asked Crawford, lighting a} an corncob pipe Says nothin’ to worry about. A fleet wound in the shoulder. Ought HAT'S THs te al SP 18 9 fom Gaye * nitter—is ‘ 4 It A weeet ~ dignant tremor of the ¢ was the most cowardly thin I ever aw HH was unarmed, a he hadn't ed a finger whe that n to shoot. Iwas sure|] dy R Wis | ruttian =F h would be killed.” =a He'll take a heap o* killin’, that " PT s boy,” her father reassured. “In a Page 597 = THE FINE BANK “The two banks,” continued prepared for the terrible disap- The Beautiful Lady, “surprisea| Pointment and shock mother was to meet!" way it's a good thing th mies have tried to hapr mre han lber, while he was un Whatever happens now <5 Wiki Atebhan ts) ohvaaek And weren't the stores any Dave's got public sentiment on his a ‘ bto| HOO" David anked, when the ide. I'm always glad to have my choosing which one he wanted to! feautiful Lady said, “Poor declare himself. Then I can |] trust with his money, for he had | father!” To SNORG a Mars “Couldn't he get the things you MY SceePea to deposit, and he had not expect-| needed for ur log cabin house nd everything?” father very much, and he thought} take measures. jf] hundreds and hundreds of do What measures can Dave take?” asked Joyce, A it, grim amile fitted acrons|f ed to find two banks in such a lit-| old cattieman's face. “Well, tle new town, | “He started ont with mother,” i x |the Beautiful Lady explained, - . beng Png se So he looked them over. | “talking about the things he had & #0 . “ , “One was a little bit of a place! seen in the little stores, and he One I'll t be to send M mck to the pen, where he be and looked sort of shabby. That| felt sure she could’ get every she needed. soon as I can get court action was the Phillips & Horton Co, | *'% 1! 10 stores wi He's out on pa like Dave is iatie. } res were little one | story frame buildings, with high All the state h yot to do fa to roe - .! ee cat tan tet ee eae ood The other was a larger build-| fronts like the ones you see in ing, looked new and strong and the movies of ‘Wild West’ times, If it can find him,” added Bob : a dryly. “IN bet it 't. He's prosperous, and as he walked up| but he was sure they carried a goodly lot of things to s he ade @ for the hills or the border |f the solid stone steps to the door,| fy went downtown Hay Pc SO You HAVE, Bet SCout NOT right now ¢ father felt that he had chosen | ¢j SNORE IN MY SLESP a ne measure Wu hing au ‘i Crawford rose. “Well, 171 run Srna gy ages a with ‘wou te Wie eee Aad Ge wisely; a maff couldn't take any | We'll go by the bank,’ father the boy, Bob. Wisht he would come chances with his money when he} wag Bloat be — we « te ell, they went by the bank, but when they reached the solid | stone steps and looked up at the little Horton bank. shining, new, prosperous door, | read this sign—‘Doors |p and stay with us Maybe he] iad a family to support; he was! will.” glad he had not risked the ‘poor’ (Continued Monday) | “In the morning,’ he told mother on his return, ‘we will go ral d P. f |] out to buy the things you need t meant that they couldn't Hal aris for the House; there's plenty. of| get any of thelr money that day. bank and we shall) 1t meant more than that. The Beckley money in the #0 carefully; he wasn't in the leas (To Be Continued) a husband, how could marriage be pena dioaRre de. Acer a eee : ;}|—— soe stele ———e anything but happiness and success? | wenn ® soci aipaasapambh dade Sante warmly welcoming, solicitous for his {of the engines. knew it! She loved him. Of that she | awe ly {1 and de-/passedecrambled desolately out of little wife's comfort, swift and gal-| Suddenly Miss Rand sat up witht d been certain since theiday she | pre 1, Then, glancing across the bed and dressed. The ship was lant in his attentions of rug-tucking, | Wide eyes, gripping her chair-armay ‘first saw m, They belonged to} narrow room at the long mound of| pitching unpleasantly, Few people book-getting and what not. “My | jomething’s the matter—den’& he murmured, brushing lier | you hear {He loved her—-ah, how weil she} feeling va each other by choice and | w bedelothes that was Paul, she smiled | were on deck and She quickly—too darling, The engines are stopping forever. What could be so difficult adoringly. All the Violet Rands in| quickly — distinguished Paul and /ear with his lips as he fastened her|The ship's slowing down — lookg! Wabout it? lthe world couldn't shake her possess: | Miss Rand in their chairs chatting, scarf. }look!* The more Polly thought of Miss|ive confidence that as Paul's wife For the first time in her life, Polly, Warmth and a sense of security | it's nothing—don’t b@ Rand's phtfosophy and her desertion | she would be safe and happy for-|felt the shock of jealousy. Her im-|returned to Polly's heart, Mingled | frightened.” ‘ of her fiance to enjoy this very—|ever ° mediate impulse was to run baek to | with a little triumph, it shone from You little goose! Don't you know* well, questionable career in Paris,| Polly let the stewardess bring her | her cabin and cry—alone, In anjher eyes as she settled back happily,|a mail ship doesn't stop in mide the more blameworthy Violet Rand|some breakfast and with much diffi: ecstasy of misery. Her second was | watching Paul off for a walk and ajocean for nothing?’ She started ned, and the more virtuous |culty persuaded Paul to go on deck | to go forward, push Miss Rand out of | smoke. |trom her chair, aimed Polly Dawach . « without ‘her. Then, when he hadj|her chair, box her ears and carry| Miss Rand was disinclined to talk,| Stung by Miss Rand's sharpness The weather roughened during the| gone she besan to wonder what he | Paul triumphantly away, Probably she had had @ bad night|and seeing that the ship had come night. The t whip lunged and! was doing and whether, he would] Fer compromise was to go smiling |too and was nerve-jangled. Polly |almost to a dead stop, while passene making it hard to rest and/come back soon up to them with a cheery, remark | was in a mood to te charitable, She|gers gathered questioningly at the ending loowe properties sliding | She tried to read, tdssed about. jabout the uncheery weather., Miss |leaned her head back comfortably, | rail, Polly was unable to move ) ivout the floor, Polly slept little and (élt lonely, and before an hour had Rand was unresponsive, Paul was' listening to the rhythmic chug-chug (To Be Continue 4 : 4 wl