The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 23, 1922, Page 13

THURSDAY, MARCH 28, 1922. THE SEATT * ¥SABEL OSTRANDERS (Continued From Yesterday) The jar was half filled with a Creamy white substance, and Barry carried it to one of the windows and | 40*s, and Miss Fay came back #o Geposited it upon the sill. Then, |B@rvous that the doctor forbid her drawing the cover of the gas mask | &Ving any, for fear that she won't from his pocket, together with a|eep nights, That's been her great amall but powerful microscope, he | et trouble; insomnia, they call it fell to examining the finger marks} [neomnia! Barry drew a deep upon it, comparing them to those th, and for a moment his hand Which, in the fading light, were yet | *trayed toward the pocket wher tainly visible in the grease upon the | Posed the little box of powders which Outer side of the jar. | he had taken from the bathroom up This . - stairs. oN cl Gaenaae ts une cron | “That's too bad! Doesn't the dor : * | to ¢ her something to make he 4 Gnger prints upon it were Kentical | (0 FY’ Sane een sds ws q with those upon the gas mask cas ane” " i. om pao L Seis wht ‘The mask had been worn by some | ee eee eet i 9 drank it directly after dinnet and : One in the room of death on the pre-| Sine Laurel, poor thing, had @ome i: vious night; the odor of carbon mon-| Win jer” a ee ae ee oxkle was proof of that, and the). '° os | Misery that new tgrate te bin mind Are you sure? asked | Rarry quickly w o ; o - | as without a flaw. However r “Well, I took Jt up to them myself, | STAR PAGE 13 OUR BOARDING HOUSE BY AHERN | THE OLD HOME TOWN BY STANLEY ‘ P WELL, iF YOU \ NOw, IF MY BROTHER WAS AIN'T A FINE SET Y FIX UP YouR HERE, BUT HES WITH TH’ ARMY OF FLAT TIRES: H GONDOLA AL. \) IN“TH' PHILIPPINE IGLANDS, HED You ALL SAID You'!! BUTT I'M" ALL RUN] PUT THAT PUZZLE TOGETHER COME OUT AN'HELP/] DOWN MYSELF} / \IN A WINK = DOWN HOME HE METUNE UP MY // 1 GUESS "THAT'S | So snaer swe Lagi ge) ped = | o AT LocK 2001 GAS- HACK FOR WHY “THEY CALL IT’ ey ’ iC 5 SPRING, AN THE 2 ; | YOU LIEAN AROUN, \SPRI ay FEVER, / AN Give. /#\ SEH BUS? / ADVICE | / I'D HELP You AN' OPEN TH’ 7 ¢ > MAL! f , Ss (DON'T THINK TM )\ HELPING You AL= , \"TH' BRISTLES ON THIS TOOTHBRUSH ARE oo LONG, AN! ae — he and Mra. Tud Didn't ladies take coff . sie, Poor Miss I urel never Muetantly he entertained it, he was $ . in the morAing after—after they compelled to ad and iat : a enbslied to admit that any other! nq carried ‘poor Miss Laurel away | ‘ ypotheais would be impossible. The | (04 T went in with Martha to take girl was not innocent but merely a| “"* ~ _ | > t jownstairs, 1] 7 ait tenrens after alt the breakfast thingy downstair round the tall glasses and the milk | She must have worn that mask and] jug there empty." | { remained in the room while she ac “Were the two young ladies alone 1 f - i complished her cousin's death. when you took the milk up? | ; ———_ Th ‘ a | “Of course.” ort - cold Snag ue pylon eal cate pone a table had been laid | WHEN “THE AIGHT WATCHMAN the other gir! had supplanted her|for the sheriff and Barry, and at| SAW JOE HENDRICKS COME with her former lover—all these, com. | Mrs. Tudor’s insistence they had both DOWN FROM “THE. SOCIAL>- HE KNEW WHY ONE PIE BOYS HELPTLNE <Q bined with the possible evidence of | remained for dinner. = the little box, which still remained} “Have you found anything that's | tm his pocket, heaped up a sinister | worth looking into?” Barry demand Py Proof against Fay Tudor. | ed. UP AL MOORES CHARIOT =™=- WAS MISS/NG- Barry paused midway of the back| Sheriff Hulse chuckled stairs and struck the rail softly with| “ ‘Worth looking into?" he re his clenched fist. What a fool he| peated. “My boy, we've been look. | Mi ea € x rns ~YV f had been! What had been Pay Tu-|ing inte it for days in advance, only | then added hastily: “A physician ini DOINGS OF THE DUFFS &Y ALLMAN for's exact words when she men-,we didn't know it! Paris recommended a sort of pow eaemmneae AE tioned her brother's effects? “‘In advance!" echoed Rarry.|der. They worked like magic, but I _ - - — - ; “Did I tell you the other day that |“What in the world do you mean?" | discontinued their use more than two OLIVIA, THAT PEST | OM HELLO, BILLY, HOW ARE | THOUGHT OLIVIA CUT THAT WAS A POOR THING ane in the locked room where all! “That feller that's been frighten-| months ago because they made my BILL STUPE WANTS To YOU? AWFULLY GLAD To OUT THAT FELLOW, BILLSTUPE- To TELL HER-YOU KNOW delongings. which you so kindly |ing servants, stealing boat cushions | head feel so congested afte oh mi « nt * - oo Drought home to us, have beertjand clothes, and getting In and out|dose" res|| | Wauk To You on HEAR YOUR VOICE AGAIN HEB NO GBOD~| TAO HES HOW HARD IT IS FOR A a placed? I saw his helmet and his|of houses without anybody knowing| «nia you bring any of them to THE Pione Here! |. \VE. BEEN THINKING OF YOU 1 gy y, | WoMAN TO RESIST SOMETHING} wan mmsk, but there were stains | how be does it. He's the one we'F® | this country—the powders, I mean? ane ALL DAY- HONEST | HAVE ~ I THINK HE'S ABOUT HALF OFF! | THAT IS LABELED HALF orr! upon it.” after, and we mean to look out to/ Now, there had been no stains such |nab him tonight If we can.” as she implied upon the mask when| “Who's we?" Barry inquired. he examined it a short time before,| “The two gentlemen that are here but on the case which reposed in his|for dinner tonight and Frank and pocket were several faint but unmis-| mo. You can come along if you want Barry inquired. “Yes, 1 believe I did" There had been o slight pause, but her reply o in the half-bewildered tone of one who had been searching her - Pon takable traces of dried blood. She| to," Hulse responded patroniaingly.| MnO 4 Bad ig naniagsin gree could not have detected them in the | “It seems that Frank has been scout: | 50 Ino ~ y eee ve dimness of the room; unless had jing around most of the afternoon, taken the cover up tn hands, and | and he thinks he has found traces.” the sight of the stains must have! The sergeant accepted Hulse’s in revolted her so thag she replaced the | vitation to the man hunt that eve case unopened. ning carelessly enough, but as soon Someone else must have enteredias ¢ © was over managed to that room during the ,night before;|elude him and enter the hall just someone who was careful to leave jas the others emerged from the din. | no traces or finger'marks. Bat who?! ing roorr Continuing on his way downstairs} Fay Tudor caught his eye, and Rarry entered the kitchen, where he| with a gesture ht as to be im found the cook weeping over her| perceptible to the rest, he motioned preparations for dinner. He beat a| toward the drawing-room hasty retreat to the pantry. “Did you wish to ses me alone™ ‘There he discovered pretty Louise, | she asked in a breathless tone the waitress | “Miss Tudor, I understand hat “Louise,” he began, seating him-| you are a sufferer from insomnia; do welf unconcernedly upon the edge of | you ever take anything for it except the table, “were there guests last) hot milk?” ‘ night for dinner?” / “No: that ts, mot lately.” “No, sir; just Mr. Clayton, and he’s} “But you have taken medicine for here so often that he seems like one|{t? Powders of some sort? of the family.” The words came ina| A quick light, of sudden Interest loquacious little rush. “He and Mre enn ong an of alarm, sprang into ‘Tudor had coffee together out on the | her eyt« porch afterward.” “How did you know?” she asked, Gee were e fe) oa fF, TW N “How many powders were con |tained in the prescription?’ Barry | ignored her query “Twelve.” She bit her lip® and then cried sharply: “The box was un |touched when I arrived here. tell me, Sergeant Barry, that jbeen tampered with! I—I folt |morning—I mean it seemed to m that my head felt just as it used te “I want the case dropped.” do when I had taken a double dose jot the’ stuff!” Barry's hand went to his pocket and he drew forth the little box and gave it to her, She seized it cag erly | Yes, thia is it, of course” Then t and @ wave of aston horror swept over her face. “Why, there are only #ix here:| Kitied your cousin.” jhalf of them are go if anwawe Fay! Mra. Tudor’s gentle volce had taken them all they would never sounded from the porch. “My dear have awakened!" where are you?” & | “What would be the effect of) «coming directly, Aunt Clara Fay | three?” turned to the detective in swift 4 1 1 don't know; I have never taken | may, “Oh, you mee that I must go! * By abel Cc and =. more than two, but I fancy that! “suet one questiog 06” Lary | oS | | three would produce a slumber more | aetained her with a gesture. “I Page 631 EVERETT TRUE P (eEveRY TMS L CONG to THIS THGATER ie ON TIME THE SHOW tS CATE ANT WHcRe 2 Im2oM FIRTEEN MINUTGS TO HALIF 4N HOUR * AND More! See iP WS CAN'T MaKe a have suffered slightly from your morning, but I think was the matter, too. lation of the gas which a slight t TMAS THE CAST TIMS “Oh,” he laughed, “I'd forgotten I had you, Mr. Feather, | Pr segue et than n anesthet thought that Captain Warrtn me ® CHIEF LESCHI 2) y - a nc . RAKE ONC | stra ” o your aun a he in ta until you pricked me.” sleep until the effects had worn off, | (rr riddled how tnee hap “Grandmother,” said David, “I wronged by the white men; I have 4 then be ve afterward. Se hat t ned here tonight?” nial tennis ¥ o| failed. But I did not see, I did not When the large horseshoe had)be extra careful,” said Nick. “Come |*P4 then t ry ill afterward. Ser-| nen that he dined here toni Jon't know why {t was that the] failed. But I did not n stopped talking Nick picked up the|on, Nancy.” geant Barry, is that what was the| «p71 hase offered his services to u White People wanted to get! kill either Miles or Moses. As God matter with me this morning? I told « Mr. Clayton, to help us “ red feather again and put it into his| The walking flow, altho {t was|you how disey I was and how my |s"_0M" Mr. Clavie ea my aunt Leachi, Was it just because of | sees me, this is the truth pocket. “Well, I guess we've lost|down hill—or down mountain—was|heaa ached. Did someone drug me ee eee The aheettd seat his speeches like the men.who| “He said more,” grandmother | Ow e and ed ettel be On | KOOd No mo crias-cre . no . gladly aceep' o v re / 78 leg reser das a. ae Sas couiee mg tae "wane I half suapected it when I learned | thom with him tonight on «ome madd trouble in the shipyards in| went on, ‘and Mr. Ezra Meeker, “Cantie” eaitie 3 +t Unies 4 Ce ess: |that Laurel had been murdered wild-goose ehase after t whe our war?” | who lives right here in Seattle, toodby,” called the horseshoe. “If| Everywhere there was lovely dewy lly beside me, and I b lept | has been lurking about that is ‘ Twelve Toes puts any more elec with mountain flower: thru why they remained to 4 ” “That was it.” grandniother| was one of the men on the jury TAINES AND CENTLEMENS tricity into me remember not to and colors scattered , new sk” © entted 7 EE vg a im, “at le a » the! whe hi was And hy psa ing layered mtd by Nl a oll jeorting don’t know yet,” Barry replied I see. Please do not feel offend told him, “at least that was the! when Leschi was tried. And he WHILE YOU ARE POTIGNTLY WATTING Z iis ble Ghats things you.ere enrry-| pink and whit edge meg! in ® significan' you _ ed; Minn Tudor, at any question I reason that they believed the| believes all that the old chief He SHOW To BEGGIN You WILL BE TReaTeD ne bi lac hing you @ carry-) pink a white, smellin, ike! your hot milk taste all right last| may a think you can help ma os ¥% ts ot ‘he ve ” ing?” their own dear old orchard at home |night, Mise Tudor?" enact roy covand tiie i> Gaawee story ‘whieh ‘ves Wid of ‘how the | said A LITTLE CURTAN RaISER, THS MANAGER “It's a phonograph record with ajin Maytime. “The hot milk! whe exctatmed. “T| tne truth brave old Indian, one dark night,| “And did he know it was his as KINDLY CONSENTED TO Do A STUNT FOR meswage from Longhead, the Wise. “1 should love to take the princess | don’t think that it did, now that | When she had gone he replaced in| lay in ambush and killed twe men own nephew who betrayed him?” \T US A BALANCING ACT. HE WILL man,” answered Nancy. a bouquet,” sighed Nancy, looking | remind me of it. It seems to ml nig pocket the box which the girl one of these being Col. A. B.| David asked. “My, but that was a ON ONG FOOT TICL THE REGULAR “Well, it's made of hard rubbe the blossoms lovingly. that there was a chalky quality in it t | > ¢ rd th vin s na P qua had given back to him, and was turn hai | airty trick REAPY TO BEGIN. 80 electricity can't burt it,” said th No, no, come on,” inafsted Nick 1 the touch of acridness that one \ing to the rear of the hall when the | — horseshoe, “but take my advice and| ‘They're all dangerous. “Humph,| sometimes notices in buttermilk— | puatie of a skirt sounded behind him, “Now, Lescht said that before} “It was an ugly trick,” grand don’t touch anything more on the/ what's that?” Reaching his hand in| something like fermentatio and, wheeling about, he saw Mrs. Tu |! God he was innocent, and that he| mother agreed, “and so thought af raga Not- even the bad P osggaer® "ed pulled out the red| Laurel dr ‘~ <p Benn - J standing In the doorway |] knew nothing about the killing of! one of the young praves who was lowers and ferns you see growing on feather. “O} he- laughed, ‘I'd for-| more than ‘ould those powder reeant Barry,” she sald tense * ones. » sald, too, * m | je > the old chic the slope. They are not real, they | gotten I had you, Mr. Feather, unt{l|have been mixed with it, and killed ST muah cone’ where Me eanth Ow M He said, too, ‘I am | joy 1 te the old chief, are made up of all sorts of colored | you pricked me. Do you wish to| he quietly. 1 want the case not of your people. 1 therefore} “For one day when Slugria was metals and full of electric shocks. write another message?’ | Mo, it would only have produced . |] do not know your laws, Idid not| walking in ‘the woods, he met ‘They are put there to tempf you The red feather wrote o the |a sleep a little more profound than | (Continued Tomorrow) | think that to slay an armed man! Young Wa one it, ww Wa ison) If you touch them you'll be shocked | magic paper, “Keep your eyes closed | Your own,” Barry replied. “You m . hy The Seattle Stary wn said, ‘Ugh ou betrayer of a Br ime of war would be called aq ; s so that you'll lose your menidry, the | the rest of the way down the moun. | —— > — in time of wa: wave man, You fox; you sheak murder—yet, I did not do this| jing coward to lie to your kins same as when you touched the Cloth | tain. I shall guide you.” ‘of Dream.” | (To Be Continued) thing, man. Stand up and cover your ° “Thank you for your advice, We'll| (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) Polly and Paull amd Paris | “My white friends warned me| face for shamo, for I will now against letting my anger get the| give you what you deserve! By Zoe Beckley best of my good sense, but I did| “And the tricky Slugeia drew Yo U R eae not take their good advice, I| iy blanket across his face and EAPO | pureed my anger until it became | waited | CHAPTER XLIII—GU ‘S ARE COMING |} a furious passion, which led me They found him where he had ES RS TSS | like a false ‘Ta-man-ous fallen over the bluff, and strange- Polly kept her eyes down, makingjeven a little? But no—she didn't “T went to war because Tbe | ly enough he ly almost upon will demonstrate why |itttle marks on the tablecloth with © he cared, she lieved the Indians had been| Chief Leschi's grave.” i it, He loved her. * * * But Viole ’ | "Strange!" she scolded herself |iittle unscrupulous, “ Suppose—| eer en ° |—-French fashion, which is to say|her salad (she found grapefruit un | silently I can be as happy 48 &| Wouldn't any man |who shall we ask—Miss Rand and/girl, and instead of Miller, we'll ask | With mighty litve punch in it! known, but oranges, bananas, pine lark—until he mentions Violet Polly forced herself to respond | Monsieur Barray orma Bradly and | @ young neh chap at the ‘office—| French are light drinkers; a spoonful @pple and smali wiki suawoorries name, Then something cold and | gayty, her Englishman, Sutton (we couldn't | Revelle~maybe he'll take a shine to Of ‘red ink’ goes a long way with that were strange to her, served nite hard, like steel, grips me. I'm afraid)” «Yen, dear, it's a bully idea, 1 was | leave bim out because he got the flat | her. them. You know how they sit all ly); materials for sandwich-filiing— |of her and because I'm afraid of her, | oniy thinking we'd have to go out|for us—he's really the guest of ‘ine! That makes eight, even, | Hi. HO. ov ot uy aoa cream cheese, chopped pickles, |1 hate her.” in the highways and for honor}, that makes six counting us, | Just right, And how shall we amuse | Water or a thimbleful of cordial! | olives, nuts and paprika; little warm, byways even brown rolls the old baker who spoke 7" EI A. “g'matter, Pusscat, aren't you | guests—" Oh, ye keen on the housewarming idea?’| “Not a bit of it. The place wouldn't | wh ly for her, and ouldn’t believe the man from your office-~| them and what shall we have for re-| All the guests accey Ralph Miller, | freshments?” | Clotilde, “the beautiful concier English made sj is on Paul interrupted her bitter musing hold more than we've got" | that's seven . we must have “rll bet you seven dollars they | dau nd with singing he lots and lots of “petits fours,” the HAS NO EQUAL my| Siw looked gravely at him, trying} “All right, we'll have an ‘ntensive|an even number.” won't need amusing ris air just | Polly sweeping and gur-|tiny, crisp cakes for which Paris is to read what was behind bis merry |housewa¥ming,” and. Polly plumped| “I say, Pollykin, why not Clotilde, |naturally makes everybody gay--|nishing the tiny flat and making it | famous daughter—| you'll sea As for eats, anything’ll|as pretty as her skillful fingers! “I feel," beamed Poll x Largest sale in America. cyen. How much could Violet mike |heraeit on the arm of Paul’ chal [the beautiful. concleree’s 4 : | 4 eta tin “tno pase " *eue lnim care if she tried? How much |determined tobe the good sport and “3 mean the beautiful 4 nter of, the|do, Shake up a fruit salad and alcould. Then she shopped for her| going to be a success!" R. & a. COOK, East 3383, Elliott 0350, Distributors she ip d? Had she bate | put tak jenlous from her. “Now concieree? She seems a darn nice| biscuit and I'll make ‘em a punch|“eats”—crisp lettuce and fruits for| (To Be Continued wee i tue *f ere