The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 20, 1922, Page 11

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OUR BOARDING HOUSE THE OLD HOME TOWN HOLD ER NEWT SHES } APREARIN 5 t <2. 7 WL BE “ A Vaedeate® (Pag y H YOU GIRLS PROGRAM Hl WiLL ENJOY Ze 7 WHAT THAT a OW Yess \ OST RANDERS*"S@ ISABEL BRGIN HERE TODAY AY TUDOR, weatthy orphan, suffers a nervous breakdown in France after | \ KITCHEN 5 learning of the death of brothér, Wilbur, She returns to the Tudor te in Sandy Cove and is met by hér aunt, an attractive widow, RS CLARA TUDOR, and the latter's daughter AURKE. The summer colony te frightened by the reported presence of a “wild man,” whom Pay believes she has seen peering in the windows of the Tudor house. WERIPE HULSE and his friend, BRORANT JOHN BARRY, a Now York détective, investignta Pay ti Attracted by the personatity of APTAIN WARREN, her brother's friend, who was with Wilbur whef hé fev. On the night of Mra Tudor’s dance WHTH CLAYTON, wealthy philanthropist, who t+ thought t6 te In love with Mra Thdor, Propores to Fay. She rejects him. After the dance, and before retiring, Laurel Cofifesses to Pay that shé is in love with HARRY CADMUS, an olf love of Pay’s, bat for Whoni whe haa lohe Ceaned to care. Pay congratulates Lauret and wishes her happiness The girts sleep in the same room. In the morning Laurel is found dead from asphyxiation and murdet ts suspected. Fay breaks the fitws to her Aunt Clara, overhear thé coroner confirm the at Pay's escape, B FBe ages : GO ON WITH dn the meantime Sergeant Barry Martha, the cook, in cor hen. “Had she any enemies here in ndy Covet” the sergeant asked. as pretty and lively and Ww arouse jealousy.” “Jealousy, it ist I guess there's ty that would like to have stood her shoes with the young men | have been hanging around here, ty that Whippersnapper leu- *%, but none would be roiling jr dainty hands with murder. jot that a hundred coroners could me believe there's been foul » Wasn't I the first to find her, @idn't she look as tho she'd just a off in her sleep? There's tenant now.” man had leaped the hedge ch separated the Tudor pince the Country Club golf grounds Was striding hatiess across the His face was ghastly, and his round eyes seemed protruding thetr sockets as he approached veranda. “Martha, it isn't true! Where ts (Mrs. Tudot? Can I see herr with Mr. Clayton now, str, Ws trve enough if you mean bat Miss Laurel is dead” “Dead! It can't be! Why, only/ night she—she gave me her the future we had pe. aah He drew his hand across his eyes, Sergeant Barry took his arm pand t#4 him off the porch. ) “Lieutenant Cadmus, I dont want force your confidence, but the wif? and coroner will have some LYery serious questions to ask you at/ the autopsy, and it may be possible that I ean sive you from annoyance You will be perfectly frank with there anything suspicious about Ber death? We heard—we under Wy Stood that ft was heart disease, that 2 im her sleep.” a Barry explained calmty, but the quick glance at his companion re WR vealed a peculiar expression upon Clayton offers bis astistance to Fay and together they murder theory and express wonder THE sTORY the young officet’® feos, “Ard Fay was all right herself? She didn't even know that anything bad happened to hér cousin?’ The Heutemant halted in the path. “It's mighty queer, isn't it, sergeant?” “I take it from what you mid just now, Heutenant, that an understand ing of some sort existed between you and Miss Laurel Were you and the young lady engaged to be married?” “It wasnt announced, sergeant, and no one else knew, but there ts ho reason now for me to keep silent 1 have been itriove with Muss Tudor for & long time, but she only con- sented to our engagement last night In fact, we both felt it waa our duty to wait.” He broke off in evident confuston, and the detective eyed him sharply “Why? Was there a previous af fair on Miss La! ‘* parte” “Not on hers, sergeant, but on mine.” The Heuténant paured, and added somewhat shamefacediy: “As & matter of fact, an understanding of a sort had exited between my- self and her cousin, Pay Tudor, but it was all off two years ago, before she went to France” The words bad come haltingty, as tho he were aware of their sud “Then why aid you consider ft necemary to wait? If you were quite sure that the affair was over what possible objection could you expect from Miss Fay to your en- gagement to her ar “Well, you see, engagement was not a forma! one. She took ber self off to France, and then her cousin and I found that we cared for each other, bat Miss Laurel wouldn't give me her promise until Fay bad returned and we knew how she felt about #” “Did you know that Mie Laure! intended te confide in her cousin last night? Barry asked casually “Miss Fay told me not an hour ago that you had asked ber cousin to be your wife.” “I didnt knew, ef Goursa* the It took a dozen to each shoe Kip, the Brownie, soon réturnéd, from the Sorverer’s Cave to the! place Where the ‘Twins and Mr. Pim Pim were waiting for him in Brown Mefand, down under the earth. *“Hete aré the olor he an meéd proudly. “We found ‘em.” th a wave of his hand he indi cated @ crowd of Brownies dragging b thoes behind them; for they were iso amall, the Brownies were, that it took a dozen to each shor. “Oh, thank you ever so mach,” de iclared Nancy, and Nick, too, mid he | Was much obliged. You may be sure they lost no tite in putting the hes on over their Green Shoes *Now then,” said Mr. Pim Pim, biing his hands together, “I shall 6 you to a secret door which p4 out into dayliz right at the the Electric Mountain. You 0 over it with safety now, as electricity cannot shock you thru the rubber soles of your over. shoes. But remember, you must not touch anything you see—no matter how nmiuch you want it.” Pim Pim took them each by the hand and Jed theth to a threecor nered room with a trap door in the eri Nancy and Nick serambled up a ladder that stood there and lifted the littlé door without a mite) of trouble. “Goodby,” they called down thra the hole. “We're é@ver so much obliged for helping us “You're quite welcome, my dears,” newered Pirn Pim. “Here's wishing u a safe journey and a happy re turn. If I can help you again, let me know.” Then suddenty he was gone, gone was the little trapdoor and every sign of Brownjeland. It all seéthed lke a dream. But there were the goloshea: Rea. hind them in the dim distance was the es Motintaln! There was the Whit all ————$—$——— i Heutenant disclaimed hurriedly, “But t couldn't have made any differ ence Fay hasn't given a thought) to me in ages; that old affair i dead as door nati, I—I'm afraid 1) can't tell you any mora sergeant 1 can't think of a possible reason why any one should have takes | Laurel's life.” | As they approached the house ence more they saw Fay Tudor’s) slender, black-gowned figure tit: | lined in bold relief against a Mower | ing shrub on the awn. She was in evidently earvest conversation with a tall, ruggedfaced man on crutch om <A portion of her sentence! reached their cara, | \ N\\\\ \\\" Ze ~ SHE STAR BOARDER PLAYS A CONCERT AS DOINGS OF THE DUFFS SS ~~ “I cannot have you postpone this | ezpertment an | wait. Whether you wish it or not, Mite Tudor, I shall be near tn case of need.” | As they rounded the corner of the house Barry turned inquiring eyes on Lieutenant Cadmua / “Never saw the chap befora™ / They then caught sight ef two men approaching the hous “There ix the coroner now,” anid| the sergmot | “That stout Mitte man with him*/ continued Barry, “with the bushy | white hair and side whiskers in| Professor Semyonov, the greatest | living authority on chemistry. We've called tim In more than ence on | big cases tn town, and his analysis | is always infaltid! | They reached the front entrance just as Mra Tudor, supported by | Kenneth Clayton, confronted the coroner and his companion. “What ts it she anked mm a trembling voice, “What hare you) come to tell me* “That Miss Laurel Tudor tiie t6 her death by means of carbon mon oxide foleoning. Asphyziation is murder.” CHAPTER VTI coroner's lips in grave accents Min Tudor Bttered a low moaning éry. “Oh, take me away™ moaned Mrs. Tudor. “I cannot believe that any ote would have done se frightful & thing to my poor litte danghtér= She tottered within, leaning heavi |ty om Clayton's arm, and the others | turtied and looked at one another, Lieutenant Cadmus was the first to speek. “What can tt méan? he démand plainly indicated. Mra. Tudor, ft in| As the dread word fell from the | been Injected Into the atmonphert of the room tt#elf but admintstered |to Mimi Tudor directly by means of somes such thing as an ether cond preseed down tightly over bér fice? it was Barry who spake The) | other nodded. | “Quite possible; tn fact, the only way, if the windows had been Jéft | open all night, as they were found || @& in the morning. There was, I un- ible im the ait when the maid dis | covered the body!” | “Not & bit,” the shertre titer vened. “But suppose somebody went | in and closed al) those windows tn | the night and stuffed rags around) so as to make the rodm alftight, and thén opened thé windows wide agaih as soon as they'd done their m work? It was blowing a gale ail pe night l6ng; would there be any o4or| of gaa After the room had been aired | for several hours?” “No,” Professor Semyénov admit of tea. “Rut you forget, my dear bir, that the other young lady slept un. disturbed and unharmed thru it all.” “Humph? ‘There was a dy significance fn) derstand, no trace of gas discért | cd Gov. Stevenha, had said that her wife of thought quickly back over some | been reading lately in Funt's His. | tory about Gov. Stevens and the! war. | ~~ BULKY BOOB ASSISTED THE STEEL RANGE SALESMAN HIS FIRST CARD = DEMONSTRATE ON MAIN STREET TODAY— Now He'll Have to Do It All Over WHAT KIND OF A GAME 1S THAT YOURE PLAYING AW NOW Yo SPOILED IT rr Geattle + Story xo - = Page 628 THE WAR CANOE (Chapter U) s, daughter of, Mut ha didn’t talk to Gor Stevens; he talked to Dr. Tolmis and Col. Wright And in spite of the treaty, Gov. Stevens knew that Chief Léscht was an orator and that he went about among the whites talking to them like this “The Rostons are here, O my brothers, but they are but few, We could kill them now and others would fear to come. If We wait they will become many and they will be too strong for ns. svel_ When Mra. Bi other waa afraid of the Indians, | pecially because she was the| the white Tyes, David | thie things he and daddy had! He remembéred that lots of the! WHAT DID T SPOILP 1 WAS MEASURING SOMETHIN’ AND You SPUILED / BY BLOSSER SS Maw he t fexnno “Sv “Oh, take me away,” moaned Mrs. Tudor. one ed hoarvely. The professor shrugged his shoulders. “I am not a ertminotogint,” he ob. |served. Then, with a continental ing, and hé asked. erated, and explained. the shertff's ejaculation which made | Barry glance sharply at him before urned once more to the pro r. vet What is carbon monoxide? “How ts it made of gen how obtainable by any who is not a chemist? “Carbon monoxide, roughly spénk- is a gas composed of catbon oxygén,” Professor Semyonov “You may observe it oo & Quarrelsome time ing together as against the enemy. done the Indians, settlers thought the governor had | been too sharp and quick in order. | ing th® soldiers to Fort Nisqually and thé settlers were having such about : troubles that they weren't stand | they | Many, many wrongs had been | and they were And if théy do this, they—the white man—will send the poor In- dian to Polak-ly-Mahee (Land of Darkness) where there is torture for all Indians, where the sting of oné insect is like the plereiti¢ of a sword, and where there is no water ‘¢ that which is foul and that mo living thing | could drink it.” All this came to David's mind thre should | poison so WEeS— ALL RiGcHT— THANK You — Goon BYe. and he could see very plainly why having « hard time understanding | th» Indians would want to kill the the white man, anyway. govartior’s family They had a language with so! “1 remember few words and the white man had| went on, clasping her hands in a sO many words that even with an) tittle she haa, “O, you interpreter It Was hard to under: | wouldn't think T would, but T te stand, | member it as if it were yesterday; It was in that summer of 1956) their awful, awful painted fnees that Chief LAéschi made a peace! and their bodies striped and treaty with the White poople and/ circled with black and white and “| prism glistening and blazing in the | sun! bow, he turned toward Sergeant | casionally burning with a palé blue Barry. “I have, however, had the| flame in fireplaces or stoves.” | Right ahead was another monn ltnin. It wan the Flectrie Motintaln | SOnor of ansisting our young friend| “Catbon monoxide 14 Also known | | an carbonic oxide,” the coroner put Pie Piin had told them about. | here on more than one noted case | (To Be Continaed) in New York, and I have no doubt /in, jealous of the professor's display (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) | that hé will bA succhAsful in over | of knowlhdge. “Precisely, my friend,” the latter |eoming the difficultiés connected | responded dryly. “It generates tt with this affair, The part of it which seems most inéxplicable to] self in stoves or furnaces or in It | mé is that the other young lady Who |luminating gam Every autothobile | jshared the room with the victim | generates it in greater of le&s duan:|] seemed to be tr¥ing to do his best | yellow and red, I remember the INGROWN TOE NAIL | was not killed also; that she suf-| tity, according to the amount of|f to got things back on friendiy| sound of the oars ak they came.” | fered not even the slightest iM ef. | jcare it receives.” terms, (To Be Continued) | fect.” “‘Hivery automobile? * eeu een “In tt posnfble, professor, that the epee S ie peated swiftly, carbon thonoxide gas might not have (Continoed Tomorrow) it.” Mra. Rates way Barry re TURNS OUT ITSELF ence a bachelor like that léads, finished helpfully, “it wns something |#tairway on the outside and roses | tight almost as wéll be a bachelor| Shé shook her head and looked at like that. Come 6n, let's beat it for/all over evérything How lovely | yourself, Paulo, for all thé horhelife | him with dancing éyes. thé inti béfore all the rooms are | these old stone houses are! you get, poor Jainb, Don't you some:| “No—make one here! A flat! A | taken.” | “It's a real home, Paul,” she told | tifiés hanker for it?” | little cutie, absurd flat Francaise, if The nearest FeAl Villages Was a mile |im later, after her visit. “I wish| “I've always hankered for it, | it's only tWo tome! Isn't It a peach They teamiped it loitering |e HA & Charice to seo more French | P ayes feet nave at » as I ae more I think about eV en ere near! three he Wilde: uJ and singing, hand tn hand, like nett Bow Hiden eka 68 ydu insthatl rl am to do it this very happy children. As they reached its! “Do you ever ket a qtialmh of home. | suppose we'll stay? m going to find a flat and house. sifgie street, a slender crescent | tickness, living tike we do, in a +g “I expect a cable any day now, keep, and meet you every evening moon was glowing, putting the last | telr* | giving me orders. We've dohh well | with thy sleevés rolled up and an touch of loveliness to the scene. “What made you think of it,/on the Whole, you know. They might apron on! You don't know what I istor® | manufactured for chiropodists, How. | they prowled down the ladder and] about Robinson Crusos.” Paul was| “Hore's the place! Ob, Paul, how | dear?” want us to stick on a while. Why,|can d6, once 1 make up tiy mind. fikhing aAMmone His Fuldébook remi-|adorable! She said it in a whisper| “Oh, I've been thinking of it evéer|darlitt, What's on your mind? |I'm going to prove to Aunt Sue that nincences, “Didn't the old boy build|as if the thing might fade away. | since we talked last night about Rar} “Home you can he domestic in Purist* la shack in @ tree? Anyhow,” ho! “Let's got that room with Uw stone|ray and—the sort of Hyaway exist-| “You moun you waut lo go home) (To Be Continued) You | dear?” | Thin sheet of scissors the MATERIALS tub of water, TRORLEM To hh the « Orn. SNourrio: The secret of thi In the fact that the glass w | A noted @utnority says that « téew ° drops of “Outgro” upon the akin sur. | P. II] a d Paul—amd Pa rounding thé inktowing nail reduces | © Vv ris inflammation and pain and so tough By Zoe Beckley Jens the tender, sensitive skin under. (Copyright, 19tt, by The Senttio Star) |néath the toe mail, that it can ot penetrate the flesh, and the nail| jturns naturally outward almost over | CHAPTER XL—POLLY GETS AN IDEA night | “Outgero” is a harmiews antiseptie| After their dinner in the treetop, “Seems to me ft was tomething cut clas away. break or crack w The water ¢ rations of the @lass and sciswor whole hand, all of the the glass must be completely jever, anyone can buy from the drug | strotied thru the pretty wood merned to aawure success of thie istore a tiny bottle containing direo| “How did it ever get the periment. tions.-—Advertinement, | Robinson'?” wondered Polly. jens the Ader water name