The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 24, 1922, Page 9

FRIDAY FEBRUARY Coprrteht T9TT by WHAM Macleed ht fermimion of and by apscial arrangement with 1922 GUNSIGHT PASS BY WILLIAM MacLEOD RAINE atime All rights reserved. Printed br Houghton Miffiia Company (Continned From Yesterday) CHAPTER XXXIV A PLOASANT EVENING ta, head dror low between his high, narrow shoul der ‘Three taps on the window brought his head up with a jerk, His lax fingers crept to the butt of a Colt’s revolver, He waited, listening. The taps were repeated, Steelman gsidied to the door and epened it cautiously, A man pushed in and closed the door, He looked at the sheepman and he laughed shortly in an ugly, Jeering way. | “Seared, Brad?" } The host moistened hts pa. “What | @, Dug? | “Don't ‘ask me," eald the big man | scornfully, “You always had about as much sand in your qraw as a rab- bit.” “Did you come here te make trouble, Dug?” “No, 1 came to collect a DIL” “Se? Didn't know I owed you any money right now, How muoh is itt Steelman, as the leader of the ®ANK, Was used to levies upon his purse when his followers had gone| broke. He judged that he would! have to let Dobie have about twenty: | five dollars now, “A thousand delars." Brad shot a quick, sidelong took | at him. “Wha's wrong now, Dug? ‘The ex-foreman of the D Rar Lazy R} took his time to answer. He en-} Joyed the suspense under whicd his} ally held. “Why, I reckon} nothin’ a-tall, Only that this mo’nin’| I put a match to about a coupla hundred thousand dollars belongin'| to Crawford, Sanders and Hart.” Eagerly Steelman clutched hie ram. “You did it, then?” “Didn't I say I'd do itt snapped Dobie irritably. “D'ya ever know me rue back on @ bargain?” “Never.” “What's more, you never will. The face of the elfer man looked More wolfish than ever. He rubbed Rds hands together, washing one ever the other so that each in turn was massaged. “Hell's bells! I'm wore glad to hear it, Fire got a good | As if T) Id fnan get Doble watched him with a taunting, @eornful eye, “WhatTl I do?’ | ‘The other man’s gaze fell. “Why, | You got to protect yourself, Dug, ain ‘The narrow shoulders Mfted. For ® moment the small black eyes met thore of the big man. “Whatever way seems best to you, Dog.” murmured Steelman evasively, Doble slapped his dusty hat against his thigh. He laughed, without | mirth or geniality. “if you don't! deat Old Nick, Brad. I wonder was| you ever out an’ out straightforward yore life. Just once?” | out of sheer ennul or bravado let it Luck, I call it, but—" “Laugh, do they?” growled the big j}man savagely. “I'd lke to hear |bim. That's the talk goin’ round. | “What girl?” he demanded boarsely, Steeiman looked blandly tnnocent. | © “I don't reckon you sure enough feet Nhat, way, Dug," whined the older man ingr@iatingly, “Par as that goes, I'm not making any olaima that 1 love my enemies, But you can’t say I throw off on my friends. You always know re I'm at Sure I know,” retored Doble bluntly, “You're on the inside of a| heap of rotien deals, So am 1, But TL admit it and you won't “Well, I don't kent It that way, \but there's no use arguin’, What about that fire? Sure it got a good | start? | looked back from across the valley, It was travelin’ ° “It the wind don't change, It wit sure do a jot of damage to the Jackpot, Liable to spoil some of Crawford's range, too." “I'll take that thousand tm eash, Brad,” the big man eaid, letting him. self down into the easiest chair he could,find and rolling a cigarette, “Soon as I know it did the work, Dug.” “Dm here tellin’ you ft will make & clean-up.” _“Well know by mornin’, 1 ven't got the money with me any It’ In the bank.” “Get It soon as you can. I expect to Ught out again pronte, This town's onBealthy for me.” “Where will you stay™ asked Brad. “With my friend Steelman,” Jeered Dobie. “His invitation ts so hearty 1 Just can't refuse him.” “You'd be safer somewhere else,” said the owner of the house after a pause. “We'll risk that, me ‘n’ you both, for if I'm taken it's Mable to be bad luck for you too. . . . Gimme some thing to eat and drink.” Steelman found a bottle of whisky and a glass, then foraged for food in the kitchen. He returned with the shank of a ham and a loaf of bread. His fear was {Tl-disgulsed. The presence of the outlaw, if dis covered, would @ring him trouble; and Doble was so unruly he might he be known he was thera, “rll get you the money first thing tn the mornin’,” promised Steelman, Doble poured himself a large drink | and took it at a swallow. “I would, | Br y No use you puttin’ yoreself tn un- necessary danger.” “Or you. Den’t hand me my hat, Brad. I'll go when I'm ready.” Doble drank steadily thruout the| night. He was the kind of drinker that can take an incredible amount of liquor without becoming helpiass. Ho remained steady on his feet, owing ugler and more reckless every hour, Tied to Doble becanse he dared not break away from him, Steel man’s busy brain began to plot a} way to take advantage of this man‘s| weakness for liquor, He sat across | the table from him and adroitly stirred up his hatred of Crawford and Sanders. Me raked up every Grudge his guest had against the two men, calling to his mind how they | had beaten him at every turn, “O’ course I know, Dug, you're & better man than Sanders or Craw. | ford either, but Malap! don’t know it—yet. “Down at the Gusher I hear they laugh about that trick he played on you blowin’ up the dam some 0” that laughin’.” “Say thin Sanders is a wonder; that nobody's got a chance against 1 said any day in the week you had him beat a mile, and they gave me the laugh.” "ll show ‘em™ erfed the enraged bully with a furious cath, “IT bet you do, No man Bin’! can make a fool onta Dug Doble, rustle the evidence to send him to the pen, snap his fingers at him, and on top o’ that steal his girl. That's wh + T tokd— Doble leaned across the table and caught in his great fist the wrist of Steelman. His bloodshot eyes glared into those of the man opposite. | “Didn't you know, Dug? Maybe I ought n’t to ‘a’ mentioned it.” Fingers lke ropes of steel tight ened on the wrist. Brad screamed. “Don't do that, Dug! You're killin’ me! Ouch! Em Crawford's girl.” “What about her and Sanders? “Ana now,” Mushroom, “I cannot stay with you, said the Magical children. I would only be « Graw- back, because no other magic In al-| lowed in the kingdom of the Diddy-| evvers, nor yet in that of the Korsk-| notts, exeept that which they prac} tice themselves. That ts the reasan 1 haven't any doubt why Nimble| Toes stumbled on the rubber moun tain and lost the magic record of Longhead the Wizard.” ‘t we take our Magic Green * axked Nick, Yes," answered the Mushroom | Quickly, “but run and get your go- loshes. Not that the goloshes will deceive anybody but if anyone tries get your Magic Shoes the go| “shes will prevent them. Goodby, | tow. I'm going. And good luck. | When you find the lost reeord you! may bring it to the Fairy Queen's! Palace and she will summon King | Indig of the Diddyevvers and King Verdo of the Korsknotts to he what the Wizard said. You wee, it's this way. ADVENTURES OF THE Clwe Roberts Long ago a soothsayer had decreed > 4 TWINS Berton } perfect bows, but they can’t make good arrows, while the Korsknotts| have famous arrows but their bows| are no better than barre! hoops. And long ago 4 soothsayer decreed that after @ thousand years had passed, the ones who had become the, band somer would have to give up their eret to the other. Then the fortu- nate ones would be able to conquer the world.” “Perhaps we'd better not find the lost record then, with the Wizard's words on it,” #aid Nancy, “The world doesn’t wish to be conquered, 1 ard Daddy say." "Weil, it might be a rood thing,” said the Mushroom. “But anyway this only means the world of Fairy Land. There isn’t any sense in peo- ple fighting for a thousand years.” (to Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) | | | Nearly 20,000 women in the United | States are barbers and hair dressers. There are about 17,000 people in The Diddyevvers haveilreland who understand only Irish. | joyously, “ONCE AGAIN NOW GUS, IT™ FIRST YANNOUNCE a | SPIN ce ——— — “Why, he's courtin’ her—treatin’ her to tc am, goin’ walkia’ with her, Didn't you know?” “When did he begin™ Dodie! slammed a hamiike fist on the table. “Spit it out, or Jl tear yore arm oft.” Steelman told all he knew and a food deal more, He invented de- talls caloulated to infurtate his con federate, to inflame his jealouny. The big man sat with Jaw clamped, the muscles knotted like ropes on his leathery face. Hoe was a volcano of outraged vanity and furious secthing with fires ready to erupt. “Some folks my it's Hart she's engaged t purred the hatchet faced tempter. “Maybeso, Looks to me like she's throwin’ down Hart for Shia convict. Expect she sees he's gonna be a big man some day.” “Big man! Who sys so?” ex- ploded Doble, “That's the word, Dug. I reckon you've heard how the governor of Colorado pardoned him. This town's crazy about Sanders. Claims he was framed for the penitentiary. Right now he could be elected to any of. fice he went after.” Steelman's rentiens black eyes watched furtively the effect of his taunting oh this man, @ victim of wild and uncurbed passions, Hie wag egging him on to & rage that would throw away all caution and all scrupies. ‘He'll never live to run for of. flee! the cattleman cried boarsely. “They talk him for sheriff. Say Applegate's no 00 fay going. Say Sanders ‘ll round op you an’ Shorty pronto whem he'se given adthority.” Doble ripped ont a wild and explo- sive cath. He knew thie man was playing on his vanity, jealousy and batred for some purpose pot yet ap parent, but he found it impossible to close hin mind to the whispering» of the plotter, He welcomed the spur of Steelman's two-edged tongue because he wanted to bave his pur- pose for vengeance fed. “Sanders never saw the day he could take ma, dead or alive. Il meet him any time, any way, an’ when I turn my back on him he'll be ready for the coroner.” “I believe you, Dug. No need to for—" “Afraid of him? bellowed Dobie, like lve coals. an’ I'll twist yore head off.” Steelman did not say It again, He pushed the bottle toward his guest and sald other things, CHAPTER XXXV FIRE IN THE CHAPARRAL A carpenter working on the roof of a derrick for Jackpot Number Six called down to bis mates: “Fire in the hills, looks Ika, I see smoke.” ‘The contractor waa an old-timer. He knew the danger of fire tn the chap arral at this season of the year, "Run over to Number Four end| oo” it teaped forward to @ grove | of small alders and almost in a min- tefl Crawford,” he said to his small son, Crawford and Hart had just értven out from town, “I'll shag up the tower end have & look,” the younger man sald “Fire in Bear Canon! he shouted down. “Quite a bit of amoke risin’.” “IN rido right up and look it over,” the cattleman called back. “Better get a gang together to fight {t, Bob. Hitke up soon as you're per mission of the owner the nearest sad- minutes might make all the differ. ence between a winning and a losing fight. From the tower Hart descended swiftly. He gathered together all the carpenters, drillers, enginemen and tool dressers in the vicinity and equipped them with shovels, picks, bush-hooks, saws and axes, To each one he gaye also a gunnysnck. ‘The foot party followed Crawford into the chaparral, making for the hills that led to Bear Canon. A wind was stirring, and ag they topped « rive It struck hot on thelr cheeks. A flake of ash fell on Bob's hand. Crawford met them at the mouth of the canon. “She's rip-rarin', Bob! Got too big a start to beat out. We'll clear a fire-break where the gulch narrows just above here and do ovr fightin’ By Zoo OUR BOARDING HOUSE / PUT SOME OF “TH! OU GIN IN LATEST SONG HIT AND AFTER |! OW~ HOW- I+ “W AUDIENCE GETS WEAK —__ > — IDUGAN “Gay that again | Polly and Paul—and Paris Cuprright, 1973, by The Senttlo Mart THE an! “THAT BUT MY MISS WILL SOON BE MRS. Ha-HA-THAT ACT WILL GO TH’ ONLY WAY “THEY COULD TAKE UP WRESTLING = &DIXON ~S REHEARSE THEIR ACT—= SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN LIKE A WAX STOVEPIPE= HOLD TH' AUDIENCE 1S "To HOORAY, ALL MY BILLS ARE THE WORLD- AIN'T IT A | Mung high by the wind, were swept iH \down the guich toward them, Be tell me you're not afraid of bim, | 1144 these came a curtain af black mmoke. the gorge from wall to wall Th undergrowth was heavy, and t! men attacked with brush-hooks, | shovela and axes. One man, with a wet gimnyrack, was detailed to ere that no flying eperks started a new | blaze below the safety gona Thi | shovelers and grubbers cleared | grass and roots off to the dirt for belt of twenty feet, ‘They bank: leateh flying firebrands, Meanwhil steady heat on their faces. Iam ute the branches were crackling lik: foreworks. have @ look above,” out of the gulch.” te him. pulled tt up tn its stride “She's jumpin’ | trail along the top o’ the ridge, don’ | you reckon?” he said. |can just about hold her here, wo got the tools out her we brough to build the sump holes.” of the gulch, swept in an eyebea! was like the crash made itself heard. (To Be Continued) Bockiay CHAPTER XX—THE TRIUMPHANT BATTLE jaa | coats long things everything?” “Wraps.” “Tm getting the wonderfulest dress, Paul, at Paverel'’s—" Pau! was just leaving for the of- fice. He burried back from the door, rave his wife another squeeze and with bis el you wear on top o WONDERFUL FEELING HIS | The cattleman eet hia crew to work clearing a wide trail acrons | the loowe dirt at the lower edge ‘to | the breath of the furnace grew to a “I'll ecout round over the hill and Bob said.) “We've got to keep it from spreading “Take the horse,” Crawford ealled Bob galloped inte the canen and Mung himself from the horge as he outa the gulch above. Too late to head her eff. We dle horse and put tt to a lope. Five| better get scrapers up and run a “Yes, son,” agreed Crawford. “We | It be hours before I can spare a man | |for the ridge We got to get help| | ‘The canon above them was by this time a nea of fire, the most terrify. ing sight Bob had ever looked upon. Monster flames leaped at the walls over draws, attacked with a savage roar the dry vegetation. The noise of mountains meeting. Thunder could scarce have lonen, get 79, and some hats and and whatchercallems—thoné | ret a lotta wraps and too PAIDT DON'T OWE ANYBODY IN FRIENDS ERLE a e Daddy had to go to Camp Lewis, and he happened te think about how many very early-day foike there are living at Sticla coom, so he bundied Peggy and David into the car and took them along and left them with a pio neer friend while he did his er rand. ¢ And that {s how they met “the minister's little girl," who hasn't been to Seattle for ever and ever se long, and who stays right among her flowers year after year, with only her big cat and her memories for company. Never mind what people call her now-—Mrs, This or Mrs. That —she was the little daughier of \ the first Baptist minister in this part of the country, and his hame was Rodolphus Weston. “Father came to Eastern Ore fon when he came West,” she told Peery and David, “I was born on jin a hurry. You ride to town and|{ tno Tyality plains, but there seem. jrustle men. Bring out. plenty of |] eq to be a greater need for a mle dynamite and gunnysacks, Lucky sionary over here in the Sound country, They kept writing and writing to father about it. “Never mind about salary,’ they said, ‘send us a man.’ “So we moved to Day island. Then to the Puyallup valey. “At first we bad to go to Stiela- oom for all the mail, but after a while they put a postoffice at WL it | Vio Rand along with you this time j—and don't bothér about prices.” But Polly didn’t mention the cost of the brown-and-orange frock . she had already ordered, nor did she reply to Paul's suggestion about Vio- let Rand, She kissed him yroodby amain and waved him amilingly down the stairs, “She called for Norma Bradly in a cab, because Norma lived in a street the other side of the river that Polly always got lost trying to find, and together they went to Paverel's for the fitting. “1-1 don't quite like so much full- neon at the back here—” aid Polly, f BILL FOR DANNY LDONTT KNOW WHERE THE BILL 1S - Page 608 THE MINISTER'S LITTLE GIT. Aetna oneness He SOCIETY FOR SUPPRESSION OF PIPE SMOKING, DELIVERED A SHORT LECTURE'ON MAIN STREET TOOSN * “Father ran a blackemfth shop on week days to earn « living, hitehed his horses to the wagon and took his family to his next preaching point on Saturday and taught and preached on Sunday. “He preached in several settle. ments and had weddings most anywhere. “After a while some Baptist people in Seattle wrote to him and asked him to start a church there. So be went over to ete about it " ‘T'm very bony,” be snid to the man who met him ‘I can give you only one preaching service a month, my brother.’ “One & month! cried the man, ‘One a month! Well, that’s often enough for anybody, ain't it? Too much church-going interferes with visiting.’ That made father feeras tho starting a Baptist church in Seattle was going to be a hare job, but he agreed to go and preach ‘ones a month.’ “When be came back, mother said, ‘I'm giad you came home to day. They want you in the val- ley tomorrow for a wedding. I've got all the children’s clothes wash- ed and ironed and we are ready to start early in the morning? “How she had worked! And how starched and white our things looked on the bed, all ready for the wélding!" (To Be Continued) mirror tn the little fitting room, “—and I'd like this big rosette-thing to be lower down on the hip.” The fitter screwed up her mouth to keep the pins from falling out and said, “But this is exactly lke the model, madame." “I know it is, but I'd like it changed just a little, the longer line suits me better and: “But, madamo—" The fitter leaned back dramatically on her heels as she knelt beside Polly, both hands thrown out palms upward, forehead creased in puzzled surprise, *—It would spoil everything to alter the line. It would not be chic?" ee You'D BETTER SenD CHECK ‘To THE BUTTER- AND-EGG MAN- YoU Know HE NEVER SENDS A BuLL- ITHink (7S TweLve Coral ny Sel f RS. i S| PAGE 9 BY STANLEY IF YouRE GOING BY THE POST. Orrice, Me. TRUS, £ WISH \*You'D Do MEA PAYOR, ND DROP THIS CSTIGR THERE FOR ME. NOoBoDY COULD Te. WHSTHGR T'S MEANT oR HONE KONG, CHI Accomm OPATS said Polly in a quiet, firm tone. “Please send him.” Another explo sion ensued, “But, madame, It ts not possible! | Monsiour Paverel cannot—* "Then take off the dress,” smfled Polly sweetly, “we won't go any fur ther with it.” The women gasped, swallowed, gazed at each other and burst Into more staccato French, Another woman arrived and joined the group, adding to the commotion. Polly be gan calmly to unfasten the snaps of | the frock. “Attendez, attendees!’ cried the third woman with an entreatine ges: ture, “Wait-I will bring monsieur." ‘The great Pavere! himself came after a considerable time, He worel & perfect-fitting cutaway coat bound with sil braid, gray-striped @ pearlgray waistcoat with buttons, patent leather shoes with gray tops. Above his pointed beard @ suave smile shone, With well-manicured fingers he touched the frock at the line, spoke in rapid French to the assembled women, and after greve consideration he looked smilingly at Pol bowed and said: “Het has nevaire been done, made moiselle; mais zees rébe she shall be as mademoiselle wish her. Parfait! Good mornings.” Polly and Norma leoked at each other, sighed and knew they had achieved a rare triumph. fe Le