The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 2, 1922, Page 13

by JOHN FOX.Jr Ox we wy Gans eee 7) Sa) (Starts on Page 1) fort @ shot came from the woods that followed dy & Warwhoop stopped the blood, shuddering, in their veins. “oh, my God!" each cried, and qitching at their wet skirts they fied in terror thru the long grass. They heard the quick commotion fe the fort, heard sharp commands, qs of warning, frantic calls for them to hurry, saw strained faces at the gates, saw Dave bound thru and rush toward them. “Git in—ever’body—eit tm—auick From a watchtower, too, a rifle ad cracked. A naked savage had Pounded into a spot of suntight that quivered on the buffalo trail a hun- yards deep in the forest and lithely aside into the bushes both rifles had missed From the tower old Jerome caw feeds begin to shake In a cane Drake to the left of the spring. “Look thar!" he called, and three fifles, with his own, covered the got. A smal! brown arm was thrust above the shaking reeds, with the of the hand toward the fort— peace sign of the Indian. A moment later a naked boy from the cane brake and ran toward the blockhouse, with a bow ‘and arrow in bis left hand and his right stretched above hie head, {i pleading palm still outward. KO) PSo T i i sald Twelve Toes himself when Nancy had it to the Cloth of Dreams if ge nil change woman back to the form I t have with them. The Fai Queen would scarcely send them on fuch a dangerous errand without Dienty of help.” So saying, he thrust his hand into Nick's pocket and there found the give you @ task that will keep you! asic paper on which the Twins re- busy. Besides, you may have more| ceived their messages from the Mushroom. “I thought so? he cried In glee. “This paper is made from the wings @ a thousand humming birds. The @nly ink that can write on it is He led them toward a dark spot in the cave—the icing that had spilled from the cake. Instantly their feet Muck like feathers to tar. Not a @ep could they take in their Beloshes. ‘The Sorcerer waved a huge pair of feissors, with one motion cut the cloth in half. “Now scrub,” he com Mended, pushing them to their knees, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1932, by Seattle Star) ‘Made from gnats’ ears and the only pen that can maké a mark on it is from the wing of the furious falcon Uut guards alace of King Indig Ben-Gay when in pain There are other “Balms’”’ (all good things are imita- ted) but only one ume Bengue. That's why you mustremem- (ANALGESIQUE lasts longer, is strong- er. It drives away the pain of headache, rheumatism, etc., with a penetrating dowequalled by none of its imitators. Kee Atall The. Leeming & Co, M. ¥.. Amer. Agsate Get the Origin French Baume VENTURES | “Let him int shouted Jerome, and | ®* Dave opened the gates another | rrow hurtied between the boy's up | raised arm and his body and stuck | quivering in one of its upright bars. |The boy std thru and stood pant | ing, shrinking, wild-eyed The arrow had grazed his skin, and when Dave lifted his arm and looked at the oozing drops of blood he @Aave a startled oath, for he saw hel fash of white under the loosened | Dreechclout below. ‘The boy under. stood. Quickly he pushed the clout aside on his thigh that all might see, nodded gravely, and proudly tapped his breast, “Paleface! he half grunted, “white man! The wilds were quiet. The boy Pointed to them and held up three fingers to indicate that there were only three red men there, and shook his head to say there would be no attack from them, “What's your name? The boy shook his head and looked eagerly around. “Francais—French? he asked, — — the big woodaman shook there spoke. French. nm However, Dave knew a little Shawnee, a good deal of the sign- language, and the boy seemed to Understand a good many words in » he thrust his hand into Nick's pocket of the Diddyevvers, Now I wonder where the pen can be.” Again the Gypsy reached into Nick's pocket and this time out came the red feather, “What luck!’ he screamed, waving [it over his head. “I have been wish &® fiery dragon, I shall/ing for this feather for a hundred |tler who was not ace: what magic these young travel-| years. Whoever pons@anes it can get | soft tapping on the wo rY | past the furious falcon and into King | | Indig’s palace.” | “And now, my beauties,” turning od the Twins, who gazed at him studidly, “before I leave you I'll magic along, here.” who knows. Come | Fahrenheit, thermometer bearing his name, died jin 1736. ~ CORNS Lift Off with Fingers Doesn't hurt a bit! Drop a litle “Freezone” on an aching corn, stantly that corn stops hurting, then shortly you lft it right off with fin- gers. Truly! Your druggist selis a tiny bottle of “Freezone” for a few cents, sufficient to remove every hard corn, soft corn, or corn between the t » and the calluses, without. soreness. or iprita- | tion. Advertisement iad eae ‘ surely d <4 heal eczema’ A very little Poslam spread over the irritated skin usually stops the itching and burning right away. With the irrita- tion gone, the skinat rest, the healing medication in Poslam | | | is often able to check the in- | | flammation and clear away eczema, rashes, or similar skin- troubles in a few days. Pra! 18 0 comeon- trated that » litle goes a long way. ” 3 | who designed the in-| H THERE 1S SOMETHING \T SEEMS TO ME ABO A SOB != ALL You've KK iy English; so that the big woodsman | Pieced out his story with consider | able accuracy, | River, were as many as the leaves, [and meant tov attack the whites. | For the first time they had allowed | the boy to go on a war-party, Some one had treated him badly—he | pointed out the bruises of cuffs and kicks on his body. row, from the girdle of untanned skin under hie breechclout and because the Indian boys taunted him, Asked why he had come to the fort, he pointed again to his bruises, Put both hands against his breast, and stretched them wide as tho he would seek his own race and take them to hix heart. 1m Old Jerome and Dave and the older men gathered in for & council ot war. The boy had made it plain |that the attacking party was two | days behind tho three Indians from | whom he had escaped, so that there | was no danger that day, and they could wait until night to send mes sengers to warn the settlers out Side to seek safety within the fort sank slowly and old Jerome sent runners to the outlying cabins to |warn the Inmates to take refuge | within the fort. There was no set: tomed to a den windows lartied him wide awake. Then there was the noiseless awakening |of the household, noiseless dressing of the children—the mere whisper Dave saw the stranger boy at his side with his bow and arrow. of “Indians” was enough to keep ping thru the wilderness for the oak-picketed stockade, And the gathering-in was none too soon. The hooting of owls started before dawn. A flaming arrow hissed from the woods, thudded into the roof of one of the cabins, «put tered feebly on dew drenched ridge-pole, and went out. Savage war-whoops rent the air, and the battle was on. All day the fight went on ‘The stranger boy sat stoically in the center of the enclosure watching everything, and making no effort to take part, except twice when he saw a gigantic Indian brandishing his |rifie at the edge of the woods, en |couraging his companions and each time he grunted and begged for a gun. Dave made out that the Indian was the one who | had treated the boy eruelly and that the lad was after a personal re venge. sunset. A body pushed agaiast Dave in the tower and Dave saw the stranger boy at his side with his bow and arrow, A few minutes later he heard @ yell from the lad By Zoo CHAPTER XXV—VIOIL Violet Rand was not happy, Her) Among Violet's friends was one;were perfectly chosen, her hair|to a Monsieur Rigaud—t've known | ras him round here some day to/ After all, I'm a frugal soul; I can't singing hesue had gone poorly. | Rigaud, connected with a large en-| smartly eoiffed, her handsome face |him a long time—who has the buy: |" me? |bear to see you wasted, * * * Of One of her magazine stories had been | terprise for re-establishing industries | bright and eng It was not hard to | ing of some things you could furnish | f that isn't truly American!’ |course your stoves are good, But |rejected. And she was bored at|in Northern France, A heating plant |listen to her, “I wonder $f you!as well us not—if you'll only let me | Violet laughed. “No, my lord of cre: |there are others ‘just as warm’ to | | George Barray vious interest in | Polly Dawson plorieas little mid- west American, no more his type |than a baby-blue necktie.” Her thoughts turned to Paul she could only make herself nece: sary to Paul, If she could onty make herself necessary to him,.. . | LIKE TO SPEAK TO You H ABOUT, AMOS = YOU HAVE BEEN TELLING EVERYBODY! WHAT A GREAT HUNTER You! ARE AND ABOUT ALL "THE WILD ANIMALS YOU'VE KILLED, AND Now You'D Go HUNT YouRSELF AROUND HERE SINCE mB YOU CAME BACK IS hy) KILL A LOT OF min “TIME ! The Indians had crossed the Big! The Indians called him White Ar | and he knew he was white) shelter in the arma of | On the mighty wilderness the sun | them quiet—and the noiseless slip | behind, | Polly and Paul—and Paris (Copyright, 1922, by The Seattle mar) It} OUR BOARDING HOUSE I'D WHY, MARTHA! A MAN OF MY STATION IN LIFE GET A JoB 2= How ABSURD! UT TIME DONE a IMLS. HOOPLE CALLS HER HUSBANDS HAND | | MONTHS AGO - THANKS much t LET ME Caney YouR Books FoR ALL which rang bigh over the din, and he saw the feathered tip of an ar row shaking in the breast of the | big Indian who staggered and fell | behind a bush. Just at that moment there were yelle of white men that | were answered by joyful yells with: | jin the fort: | “The Virginians! And as the rescuers dashed | #ignt on horse and afoot, Dave saw the lad leap the wall of the stock into ade and disappear behind the fleeing | rushed out, and besieged and rescu ers poured all their fire after the jrunning Indians, some of whom |turned bravely to empty their rifies | lonce more. “Git int Git tn, Jerome. He knew another volley | would come as soon as the Indians | reached the cover of thick woods, |and come the volley did. | Three men fell the Virginians was caught in old Jerome's arms | Not another sound came from the} woods, but again Dave from the tower saw the cane-brush rustle at the edge of @ thicket, saw a hand thrust up-| ward with the palm of peace toward | |the fort, and again the stranger jboy emerged—this time with | bloody scalp dangling in his left | hand, In the center of tne enclosure the wounded Virginian lay, and |old Jerome stripped the «hirt fron | his breast he shook his head grav ily. The wounded man opened hi eyes just in time to see and he smiled. then his eyes caught sight of the | boy with the scalp, and began to widen. “Who is that boy? sharply (Continued in Our Next Issue) fixed steadily he d Beckley ET GIVES A LESSON was required near Soissons. With j this information Violet presented herwelf one afternoon at Paul's of. | tice As she was ushered in, he looked | up in surprise, a troubled pucker be- tween his brows. | “What i it, Paul? You look wor. THE SEATTLE STAR ~ DOINGS OF THE DUFFS RETURN YOUR UMBRELLA THAT | | BORROWED A COUPLE OF KEEP IT ‘The Virginians!” | Indians. “Gone back to 'em,” he grunted to | himself. ‘The gates were thrown open. Old Jerome and his men quick!” yelled old! one the leader of | whose head flopped | | forward as he entered the gate and| when | “I know it," he said faintly, and | A last sally was made just before | PAGE 13 RY AHERN WA-HA HIS STATION a" 4 LIFE = SHE'S TELLING shes HIM WHERE TO GET OFF AREARIN AT © HE'D CLAIM HE WAS BEING OVERWORKED IF HE HAD A JOB AS A VALET TO & STATUE t LITE Hs ist Us ate ARCHIE HENDERSHOT JUST GOT HIS DIPLOMA FROM, A CORRESPONDENCE SCHOOL- HE GRADUATED FROM THE CLASS a fn 1 Neat r PLAIN & FANCY ZITH' PLAYING - STANLEY = BY ALLMAN 1 THOUGHT MAYBE HE WAS A PHYSICAL DIRECTOR IN SOME GYM-~ GEE, HE WAS A MUSCULAR BIRD! DID You SEE THE ARMS ON HIM=- WONDERFUL DEVELOPMENT! DO You KNOW HOW HE SAY WILBUR,WHO WAS THAT YOUNG FELLOW YOU HAD OVER AT YOUR FLAT HELPING You THE OTHER EVENING ? HE'S SOME GuY- NO, HE'S A TRAP DRUMMER IN AJAZZ VERY LL GIVE THAT OH THAT WAS NICK” GOT THAT WAY? RA! UMBRELLA TO ROGERS, AN OLD menansessail, You~ You MAY FRIEND OF MINE- GOOD BYE FRECKLES -TLL SEG You 47 RECESS GOOD MORNING, FRECKLES TAM DELIGHTED o SEE THAT You ARE So STUDIOUS -T ISN'T THAT WHAT US CALLED A RADIATOR £ a By IKTAH MIKA TIKEGH? “I saw in an instant what it “For a moment,” Mrs. Collins said, when she had reached the | was she wanted, and I didn’t say, ‘He ien't here, mother,’ or any- | |] place where she saw the Indian | | standing so still against the great | thing like that—I ran quickly up barn door, “I was too startled and too frightened to speak the stairs to do as she told me. “‘Charlie! Charlie? I cried as “Then, speaking in his own language, I asked, ‘Ikiah mika | and tikegh?’ (What do you want?) | : ° | “‘Kah klatawa men? (Where There's an Indian here, and may- |] are your men?) he answered with another question. loud as I could, ‘bring your gun downstairs quick. como be more? “only silence greeted me, of | “Now, I knew perfectly well | course, from the empty bedrooms, that father was down at the | silence scemred to be everywhere. |} asylum cutting wood, and the) «1 ran across to the window and hired man was with him; I knew | saw the Indian had stopped and also that neither of them expected that he was standing like a jg t0 comme ‘home at all, shat aight | statue, with his arms folded on | “But I didn’t tell Mr. Indian | his breast, and his eyes fixed on | that. I turned and ran fast as | the open door. ever I could to the lighted kitehen “T -reard. meother move eottiy door and told mother. about the kitchen; I heard the } “Mother's face turned white | rapid throbbing of my own heart, | and she caught her breath in a and ag I stared into the gathe ing dusk, which was fast becom. sort of gasp as she saw the Indian | | | slowly coming toward the house, | ing night, I saw other dark forms, “But she lifted her voice and | Which I knew to be Indians, slip- called out to me, ‘Run upstairs | Ping out of the edge of the woods and call Charlie, dear. Tell him | back of the barn.” to bring down the gun.’ (To Be Continued) eT es ings he's interested in—be the door. | ideal hostess in short. Then, when “You know, this is darned decent my spite of himself, jo on,” he si | he's in a nice mellow mood, tackle |of you, Viole\—~ he felt a trace of with his winning smile, “I get you. |him on the business | Self-consciousness as he caught the “Now for example,” proceeded Vio-| which you and he will have well | admiration in her eyes to which only let, shifting so that the most becom. | threshed out beforehand,” j@ wooden man could fail to respond ing light played on her eye “Gee, Vio, you're a brick, It lis-|in some measure. and lips, “I'd love tens good to me. What'll you do— “Oh, shush! It's nothing, Paul. | riea coming “Of course not, Vio! I was puzzling out 4 problem “Listen, my friend Jed her most dashing. don’t mind Surely you Proposition, Violet look- Her clothes and teeth | to introduce you aren't puzzling over something that can be set right by—" she hesitated, laying her gloved hand on his arm, | “short by realizing the difference cheeks," “Just invite him to dinner, tell how to go about it,” “I'l do anything,” laughed of kissing him on ation, you shall be dragged to meet | employ an ancient gag! Even an ex: Paul, |him. He's coming to my house for| cellent stove won't sell itself. Tt both | tea at 4. I'm coming down this way, | must have personality behind it, ‘H stop for you in a taxi soon after| with a bit of polish and diplomacy It won't hurt you to take a few| thrown int Well, au revoir. Don't tween your slapdash American meth. | ods and the diplomatic methods of |Jet him choose the place. Then have | minutes’ drive with me in the sun-|tell Mrs, Polly I butted into your the Europeans? your wife look her prettiest and be | shine,’* business day!” | She saw Paul interested in jnice to him—draw him out, ask about] ‘aul accompanied her to the outer (Zo Be Continued : ; |