The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 3, 1922, Page 9

9 Who by Le = , (Starts on Page 1) | Dale's hands. > ‘ with fright | Tndentured servants, as well as tee Dare. | eet mag ae od | Dla@ke from Africa ’ on ~~ a he stor staring at /hat path In front of and up tt hill had once stalked a . of the age rag hat arly high, } ance acain, Old Joel's body | STeMt Powhatan's red trit 7 ee ‘sem doorway, With an | P&th bad come the last of and a threateoing gesture Joel | Soaeany dames, in huge rut to the corner of the stock: | eeled shoes, and short #kirts. apd with a Mare of defiance tn/ Down it now came a litte girt~ the flower of all those dead gone » ! jowly . ie peootty aes me Coe © |—and her coming was just as tho from behind him the vole 3 a ae | Stepped from its gay company on one 4 man called, and olf Joel} Ooty There was a ghastly smile | OF, he Other side of the path to make 3 pallid : | heu them a dainty, triumphal march ees pa jas the fairest of them all, At the PST saw it." de said painfully. | dial whe paused, She gave & little pegeete—that's my sob: | eaap, in which there was no fear it tho what she saw was surely start From the runctial on the edge of ling enough to have made her whee! Digh bank, straight above the/in fight, Of the majestic yellow James, Tnstead, she gazed steadily into a Pp podle path of thick grass as broad] pair of grave black eves that were & Modern highway ran hundreds / fixed on her from under a ereen yatta between hedges of roves i branch that overhung the footpath, it to the open door of the great | and steadily ehe searched the figure house with its wide verandaa/ standing there, from the coonskin mighty pillars set deep back|cap down the fringed hunting-«hirt the river in a grove of ancient /and fringed breeches to the mocea: | sined feet, second on of the reigning) “Who are you and what de you ion, one Colone! Dale, sat in| want? veranda alone. He was & royal:| It was a new way for a woman to Mficer, this second sen, but his/ speak to a man; he in turn waa not Brother had the spirit of daring | pleased, and a adventure that ehould have been | showed It, and he had been sitting there} “I am the sen of a kin: Years before when that elfer) She ted to laugh. b came home from his firet| pussied, for she had the bloed of ing trip into the wilds, to tell| Pocahontas herself. | his wife was dead and their! “You are an Indian? iy eon was 4 captive among the) Drawing a letter from the belt, he| Two years inter still, word | handed it to her. It was that the father, too, had met/ and solled that whe took it from the savages, and the lit-/ and sew on it her father's kingdom passed into nionel hey waved his hand toward the house | i DVENTURES op rae Tw NS PLAN no worn | daintily | The eo” cried Twelve Toes, “the dream of my life has | form of a Gypsy woman, stood gam fag at Nancy and Nick with « wick. ed gleam in bis eyes. “New scrub," he cried. “Serub and @erub and scrub for « thousand Where. That stuff will never come off om the floor, wondered dully what 't was all about, The words of Twelve Toes were true. They remembered nothing. “And now,” cried Twelve Toes, “the dream of my life has come true. At last I can cross the Seven Mountains and the Seven Valleys, the Goer of my cave, and the pieces |#¢ With so much magic to help me T ean get the Diddyevvers and the co of Dreams that 7! Korsknotts into my power and your hands will never wear|marry the Princess Therma my » Mauch as your names #s long as you! held it, where you live, the errand! / YOU were sent upon, or anything. “As forme, I have your mast Payers and the magic feather. No| ‘Tire messages wil} you get from the Fairy Queen, no more directions—” All this time be was changing @owly back into his favorite form a and new his words jn & bine. ‘something happened' A on one of Nancy's coloshes loose and « gicam of green horny tai and leaving @ trail |umoke bebind. | ol | (To Be Continued (Copyright, 1932, by Seattle Star) “DANDERINE” thru the flap. | Grows Thick, Heavy Hait| Toes knew at once then} he had the prize of al! prizes, oe Green Shoes. Without «| 35-Cent Bottle Ends all Dandruff, | fotos from the font ot the| St099 Hair Coming Out 4nd in @ second more he had | © Green Shoes off too, and was/ them over his own enor- Mout Haws with grunts of jos. All the while Naney and Nick, @wn on their knees, rubbing and | MPihbing at the Horrid sticky mess | it j value your watch, let Haynes | it, Next Liberty theatre.—Adv. | ATIC TWINGE YOU WINCE Sloan's freely for rheumatism, 5 comin over-worked a. ,, Meuralgia, backaChes. i Pats sd for one strains. first time you use Sloan's will wonder wh: Pnhagh > of the | OM* Of the flowers about her bad} gleam in his eyes! / | dae of the porch and stared In front | put out his band to the etranger. }eald with ereat kindness |is your own coum. Bie name ix eet. And you will not remember so | self.” | | Away he enlloped. waving hin} 3 of THE SEATTLE STAR MTRY YOUR HAND AT= WANTED ~ BREAD MIXER IN BAKERY THATS A GooD Jor YOU COULD LOAF ALL DAY ! U1 “WANTED = HIGH CLASS STEEPLE- DACK~ MUST BE CAN BE RELIED UPON NOT “Tb FALL DOWN OW “THE JOR“ —_—_— far up the path. } “He live there | “You wish to see him? ‘The boy grunted assent, and with a shock of resentment the little lady started up the path with her head very high indeed. | “The messenger 4s the son of a king.” NO WOMAN 1S ME ALL THE TIME LL TELL You THAT RIGHT! “Ab” sald the gentleman, humor ing her, “ask his highness to be|}| | YOUR OWN Wy een. ted.” IN EVERY THING! His highness was looking from one to the other gravely and keenly, He did not quite understand, but he knew gentle fun was being poked at him, and he Gropped guilenly on the You GIVE ME of him. The little girl maw that tds moeca sing were much worn ahd that in one was a hole with the edge blood stained. And then she began to watch her father’s face, which showed that the contents of the tet ter were astounding him. Ho rose quickly when he bad finished and “1am glad to see you, my boy.” he “Rarbara, thie is a little kinsman of ours from Kentucky. He wae the adopted son of an Indian chief, but by Mood he Erskine Dale.” Vv ‘The little cirl rove startied, be) clothes. DOINGS OF THE DUFFS I'M NOT TRYING GOING Td Boss | ‘To BOSS You BUT You'RE SO STUBBORN BULLHEADED IN Now! You WANT| FACT- MY OPINION 13 NEVER WORTH ANYTHING - You GIVE ME A PAIN ‘Too The boy began putting on his own Outside Colonel Dale and Barbara BY AHERN LIS'EN TO THESE MAJoR~= “WANTED # COLLECTOR- RAZZ PIANO Co- "Td COLLECT GO DAY NOTES — “WANTED = FURNITURE SALESMAN - Were's ANOTHER“ WANTED= SPARRING PARTNER ~- BOX - K.0. 10-" OH HELLO, HELEN- HOW ARE You? GLAD To SEB You, COME In! f9 (Hop eR ) ¢ NEWT SHes THE OLD HOME TOW Rie? } > Do You “KNOW, FOLKS, “THERES MEN /N pps THIS TOWN WHO err = PLAY CARDS AS BOWICY LATS AS TEN al O'clock BVERY NIGHT ‘Bias NO-NO- 'SAY SHELL P SHE MAKES THINGS HUM wr 2 AUNT SARAH PEABODY, LEADER OF THE SOCIETY FOR SUPPRESSION OF PIPE | For THE The Armistice HELLO, EONA- | had strolled down the big path to! the sundial, the colonel telling the} story of the little Kentucky kineman lher breeding was too fine for be eyed “The messenger is the son of @ o king.” papa? us tive.” trayal, and she went to him with hand outstretched. The boy took it| as he had taken his father’s, limply and without rising. The frowned and smiied—how could the|*ong of the biack lad have learned manners? And then | across the yellow food. oarsmen come with « . Old Han-| quite ceased plessly. a bewildered start! | room in one end of|a smile of welcome © in which was 4 tu Dore. etched. at he the « of warm water ever it before. Th i h and quick relief from pain wi fully surprise you. 4 For forty years, Sloan's the world’s | tad ache liniment has been mnaking beeping thousands of {r1 ds. Yu neighbor. gs Sloan's kendy, and at the fires Li 89 ache or pain, use it. healt druggies —35e, 70c, $1.40. Ten minutes after using Danderine {YoU_can not find a single trace of dandruff or {giling hair and your sealp will not iteh, but what will pleas® you most will be after a few weeks’ use, when you see new hair, fine and downy at first» but really hair—-growing over Dunderine i to the hair | of rain and sun: | etation. It goes right | ‘0 the roots, invigorates and strength them, helping the hair to grow| , etrong and luxuriant, One ap | plication of Danderine makes thin lifeless, colorless hair look youthfully jbright, lustrous, and just twice as 7 abundant—Advertisement, new all the scalp what fresh shower shine are to ve en | name reason he felt no surprise when of little marster’s clothes op de bed | tion pair o” his shoes, an’ I| And the young ladies greeted him) sleep; it will soon be morning,’ just fit you smug | with frank, eager interest, and the eyer—a long straight, steady, “And at last the sky grew faint. the door. Onee, winter | young gentiemen suddenly repressed mother-look, and sald, ‘No, I do | ty gray; the barn changed from a and summer, the boy had daily| patronizing smiles and gave him not intend that they shall come ! 4 . plunged into the river with his In-| grave greeting, for if ever a rapier y black shadow into a sturdy build. from a human any nearer than they are pow. | ing; daylight turned the low: dian companions, but be had never | flashed had a« bath in bis life, and he did not | know what the word meant; yet he|of that little Kentucky had learned eo much at the fort that |man when his cousin Hugh, with a he had no trouble making out what | whimsical emile, bowed with a polite For the | ness that waa a trifle too elaborate, | the tub of water waa for attitude he picked ap the clothes; he was only (Continued Tomorrow) puzzled how to get into them: By Zen Beckley (Ceprright, 1272, by The Seattle Star) that Paul could almost bave touched |and old blue brocade the four wallx of any room by stand-| ‘There was a baby «rand ing in the middle of it. Yet by clever | the emaliest furnishing and discreet spaces here |——made of light wood, and there, Violet had contrived to give an effect of distance, the little girl Listening and wide “Is he going to live here with us, | “Perhaps. You must be very nice 4g him. He has lived a rude, wut 1 can seo he ts very sensi: | At the bend of the river there was | father | the flash of dripping oars, and the} ch sweet imperiousness | moment the guy talk and laughter) No son of Powhatan could have} A negrees bound his | stood there with more dignity, and great reapect she led| young Marry Dale's face broke into! His father he went forward with hand| head, it| flashed from the piercing black eve) back woods | Harry was quick to notice Hugh Polly and Paul—and Paris plano Paul had ever een | Violet's gilt-bedecker two blueupholstered easy chairs in| ed cozy proximity; a blue Chalse-longue | amiably, | oy OF rough Mrs. Collins looked grave, came he. too, saw the hole in the mocea-| “There they come!” cried Barbara. | in her childhood when danger | which wailed or whispered round sin thru which the bleeding bad} And from his window the little Ken-i] juried tn the darkening woods, | the corners of the house and down started again tuckian saw the company coming up| nd crept ne. mr } the chimne: “You aré hurt—you have walked | the path, brave with gay clothes and|f &"¢ crept nearer and Bearer as | th y- a long way? | amites gallantries, } she watched. “Most of the time it was dark, The jad shrugged his shoulders) All the men were dressed alfke and} “I slipped down the stairs | black dark, but once in a while a carclesaty |not one was dressed like him. Panic | . - | ake him into the kitchen, Bar-|aseaiied him, and once more he|f uickly as I could.” she went on} watery moon shown for a few bara, and tell Hannah to wash his | looked at the clothes on the bed, and with the story, “feeling—though | minutes and dimly lighted the foot and bandage it.” then without hesitation walked thru 1 don’t know why—that I must | clearing back of the house. ‘The boy looked uncomfortable and|the hallway. and stopped on the 4 shook his head, but the little girt| threshold of the front door. A quaint|| ™4k¢ ®o noise, and catching | “At times we could see the men, was smiling and she told him to | figure he monde there, and for the|| mother’s hand, I drew her back of | sometimes moving about, some the door. “ ‘Mama, Oh, mama?’ I whisper. There's a whole band sneaking out of the ed, ‘Tie ien't by himself. being |} woods, and coming up |] the house, ‘Ole marster say you been travel} “I am your cousin Marry.” he! Do you think they are the kind fn’ an’ mebbe you like to refresh | eaid, and taking him by the arm he| Indians who massacre people” f wid « hot bath. Dar's come ied Lim on the round of presenta: | “Mother put her hand under know how to use it dear, 1 shall wateh.’ ly, her stand by the window, her rif near at hand, [with small of crystal holding pale yellow rose: yrith toast and jam and little cake: | business afternoon, but he liked the novelty and was very comfortable blue armehair 4; | celaira and consuming cups of lemo: tea while his a tea * _By Mabel Cleland _¢ / Page 614 THE LONG NIGHT THRU her mind went back to that night towards What'li we do, mama? my chin and looked down into my Not #0 long as I have @ gun and ‘Try to sleep, “She fastened the déors secure. turned the light low and took lace-and-embroidery pik llows; @ table littered with American magazines and Wrench novels; vases and a tea wagon temptingly set out munching hostess chatted + * “The night was one of scurry: ing clouds, and gusts of wind times standing like sentinels on guard, about the house, “I slept fitfully, but wakened often to se mother's figure at the her shoulders drooping wearily as the night wore on. | “‘Mama! I would whisper, they still there?’ “*Yes," she would reply, ‘Go to window, of | ‘are burning lamp to a sickly yellow, nd mother stood, without having left her post for 12 long hours, un til she saw the savages slink off into the woods out of which they le had come!” The other guest, Rigaud, was a big man with prominent eyes and crisp black hair. He had suave man- 8, s.{in every word he spoke. the intricacies of combustion and in dolihouse drawing room, but knew he was making a favorabe im. pression on the big man, and was _ bhappy and in his clement, That he. n HUH, COMPANY ~ WELL, | GUESS THE WILL You BRING US A CouPLE BATTLE 1S ofr FoR GLASSES OF ICE WATER? A WHILE - | SUPPOSE ‘THE FINAL ROUND WILL TAKE PLACE AFTER THE | ners, was cultured and traveled and|time for the “social overtures” in showed his knowledge of the world | which she had already schooled him, radiation seemed odd topics for that|from Montmartre Paul | ‘Miche’,” ING, IS ENLISTING WORKERS YY TO BED EARLY TORISE’CLUB. ; : WHERE DOES SHe THAT DEARIE STUFF SHOWING OFF BEFORE GUEST LEAVES - COMPANY ~ FOOLING NOW DON'T SSCTTCS Down For Te EVENING. We are SoinG ouT To SPEND THE CveniN Sc lurth THE CHATTER TONS. £ MIGHTY Susecious — I've ALWAYS HAD To STAGE A FUSS TO SET HIM CVT ~ ANY WHERE Kugaud|to talk more stoves. Will you, Monsieur Dawson, and your charm ing wife permit me to call for you at T on Thursday? 1 have in mind small, quiet place where they have a famous dish, coquilles Boulognaise? You will like it...” Violet accompanied Panl to the Tt was well after 6 before Paul realized it and started to take his leave, Violet signaled that it was “It would give us yery much |CHAPTER XXVI-—A FLANK MOVEMENT IN STOVES! An air of coquetry and seclusion! Deftly Violet brought their talk | pleasure, Monsieur Rigitud,” he be- | door. pervaded the place and a maid,/around to the personal issue, Paul gan in bis most urbane manner, “to| ‘You've made a hit—I knew you Violet Ttand's apartment made, The windows of the tiny drawing |petite lke the flat, camo and went| was amazed how she contrived it|have you dine with us—my wife| would. Now all you have to do is Paul think of lacehung, jewel room, like all French windows, |softly without glancing at the vis-| without ming to enter their dis-/and I are staying at the Regence, | jolly him along and sell a few mile : i. thing [oPCRed from the middie outward, | itors cussion at all, and soon he and/but I'm sure there are more inter: lion dollars’ worth of your precious” decked handhox—lf uch © * tke doors, and were hung with sev It seemed strange to Paul drink-| Rigaud were in Sull tide of tech-lesting places in your fascinating | stoves! It's up to Mrs. Puul, remem. were conceivable, It was so #Mm’ll! eral sete of curtains in cream lace|ing tea in that bijou place at 4 of alnical debate tory heating and | Paris.” jber, to put the whole thing over: “Rigaud knows every restaurant to the Boul put in Violet, “Choose a place, Nigaud, to talk {Good night.” Paul flung himself into the first taxicab he met and offered an extra tip for speed, He could hardly wait, to tell Polly, _ann (TO Be Continae® shyly nice co; stoves | “Yoo” beamed Rigaud, “1 want