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Pa he like a fool. Their name humanized them and relieved his ] awkward feeling. “Ha! Jinks, eh? @ High Jinks and Low Jinks, what? Me laughed. It struck him &s rath- er comic; and High Jinks and Low Jinks tittered broadly, losing tn the Mest astonishing way the one her | @everity and the other her giumneas. | Mabel seemed suddenty to have her interest in her exhibits and cage. She rather hurried Mark the kitchen premises and, Moving into the garden} replied rath. F abstractediy to his plans for the @arien’s development. Suddenly she said, “Mark, I do = you hadn't said that in the en. * He was mentally examining the ities of a makeshift racket ‘t Against a corner of the stable barn, “Eh, what in the kiteh- dear? t about High Jinks and Low =. 1 swear we could fx up Stepping sort of squash rackets in corner, Those cobbles are worn itely amooth—"* wish you'd listen to me, Mark.” ‘He caught his arm around her 7 vlleye her a playful squeexe. ) old girl, what was It? About High Jinks and Low Jinks? Ha! Dashed funny that, don’t you | tink?” “No, I don't. I don't think it's a ‘bit funny.” | Her tone was such that, relaxing Riis afm, he turned and gazed at her. “Don't you? Don't you really?’ “No, I don’t. Far from funny.” Some tnatinet told. him he ought | to laugh, but he could not help ‘The idea appealed to him as dis | ‘He burst out laughing. ashes if she is. That's just itt Of course you “Mark. She spoke the word g@everely. “Mark. I do most ear. hope you'll do nothing of the And couldn't see it. Absolutely could Wttle things that appealed to him- And then he wrinkled his brows. “You remember how he uset to ‘wrinkle up bis old nut.” as the gar. | fulous Hapgood had said. A nightlight, her wish, dimty {Tu mined the room. He raised himself end looked at her fondly, sleeping teside him. He thought, Yash it, ‘the thing’s been just the same from ADVENTURES OF THE T Awe Robets TWELVE TOES’ RAGE “No, I'm) ~ $ Hutchinson } ASMHUTCHINGON * ear [her point of view, ‘That den bust | ness, She likes den, and I can't stick dem. Just the same for her as for me that High Jinks and Low Jinks Gekles me and doesn't tickle her.” | Me very gently moved with his | finger a tress of her hair that had jfallen upon her face, , Mabel! j++» Hie wife! . . . Ho gently jbeneath Der filmy bedgown her bosom rose and fell! . . . How ut-| jterly calm her face was, How at/ |peace, how secure, she lay there He thought, “Three weeks ago she was sleeping in the terrific privacy of her own room, and here she is come to me in mine, Cut off from \ everything and everybody and come here to me.” | An inexpresstble tenderness filled {him. He had a sudden sense of the poignant and tremendous adventure jon which they were embarked to j gether. They had been two lives, and now they were one life, altering | completely the lives they would have led singly; anew sea, a new ship on "R new, strange sea What lay be | fore them? She stirred: His thoughts continued: One life! One life out of two lives; one nature [out of two natures! Mysterious and | extraordinary metamorphosis, She | had brought her nature to hia, and he his nature to bers, and they were | to mingle and become one nature. | Absurdly and inappropriately | | his mind picked up and presented to | jhim the grotesque words, “High | | Jinks and Low Jinks.” A note of laughter was irresistibly Uckled out of him. ° She said sleepity, “Mark, are | you laughing? What are you laugh | |ine att” fone patted her shoulder. “Oh, noth. a One nature? CHAPTER UI rm t One nature? In the fifth year of | their married life thoughts of her} jand of the poignant and tremendous | adventure on which they were em- | barked together were no longer pos } sible while she lay in bed beside him. | | They bad come to ccoupy separate | rooms. fn the fifth year of their married life measies visited Penny Greeo. Mabel Caught it Their tedroom was | maturally the sick room. Sabre went }to sleep in another room—and the |arrangement prevailed, Nothing was |eaid between them on the matter, jone way or the other. The sole reference to recognition of permanency in this development | of the relations between them was made when Sabre, on the first Sat | j | | At Iumeh on this Saturday, “T tell | | you what I'm going to do this after. | noon,” he said. “I'm going to move my beoks up into my room.” He had been a little afraid the | den business would be reopened by }this Intention, but Mabel'a only re ply was, “You'd better have the matis help you.” “Yes, I'll get them.” “No, I'll_give the order, if you don’t mind.” And in the afternoon the teoks| were moved, the den raped of them, | |it, Saran. Jand straight to his hand |the room and found THE SEATTLE OUR BOARDING HOUSE LETS PULL FRE AN’ CLEAR THIS “THAT KID HAS PUSHED ENOUGH WIND ee STAR BY AHERN MY HEAD FEELS) LIKE “TH’ INGIDE OF A RUSTY CLOcK FASLL OF “THE OLD HOME TOWN Powe SQUAWKIN' = LE GO DOWN AN’ NSOMS ~ Pole H @RAT s 5 RY GS JSLMN DIDNT GET ALLTHE PARTY OUT OF HIS SYSTEM ==- his bedroom awarded them Jinks and Low Jinks rather enjoyed it, passing up and down the stairs with continuous amirks at this new manifestation of the master's ways. The bookshelves proved rather « business. There were four of them, narrow and bigh, “We'll carry these longways,” Sabre directed, when the first one was tackled. “i'll shove it over. You two take the top, and I'll jearry the foot.” In this order they struggled up the stairs, High Jinks and Low Jinks backwards, and the smirks enlarged into panting giggles, Halfway up came a loud crack “What the devil's thatt™ sid Sabre, sweating and gasping “I think it's the back of my dre, sir.” said High Jinks. “Good lord™ (Convulaive giggien,) | “You know, Low, you're practically sitting on the dashed thing. You've twisted yourself round in some ex traordinary way Agonizing gigzies Mabel appeared in the neath. han te “Raine tt up, Kebecce. Raise How can you expect to Move, stooping like thath Tained It to the level of their waists, and progression became - | seemby. “There you are’ said Sabre ‘There was somehow a feeling at | both ends of the bookcase of having been caught nm ‘The bookrases were of Pabre’s own Qeetgn. He was extfeordtinarfy fond of his books and he had ideas about their arrangement. The lowest shelf was in each case three feet from the ground; he hated books being “down where you can't see them.” Also the Cases were open, without glass doors; be hated “having tonfid die to get out a book.” He liked them to be fust at the right height In a way he could not quite describe (ie was |@ bad talker, framing his ideas with difficulty) he was attached to his books, not only for what was in them, but as entities, He had writ ten once in a manuscript beok in Which had caused Don Juan to be “The other day some one had had out one of my books and returned it upside down. 1 swear it was ax §rotesque and painful to me to see it upside down as if I had come into my brother standing on his head against the wall, fastened there. At least I couldn't have sprung to him to re lease him quicker than I did to the book to upright it.” Tho first book be had ever bought “specially”—that is to way not as one buys a bun but as one buys a dog—was at the aco of seventeen when he had bought « Byron, the complete works in a popular edition of very great bulk and very smal! print. He bought it partly because of what he had heard during his last term at school of Don Juan, partly High | because he had picked up the idea }that it was rather a fine thing to |read poetry; and he kept it and read it In great secrecy because his moth Jer (to whom he mentioned his inten | tion) told him that Byron ought not |to be read and that her father, ber girlhood, had picked up Byron with the tongs and burnt him in the r But there was no sleep for Twelve Toes, the Sorcere The Twins finished thetr supper! Toes, the Sorcerer. Away off in his and then put the empty dishes and|cave beyond tlm first mountain he| napkin tack into the little basket.|was storming up and down in his Anstantly it disappeared. |nightgown, gnashing his teeth and “We'll have to find some place to | shaking his fist and carrying on like @leep,” said Nick. “I wish we were |-goh, I'd hate to tell yout | en the Eiderdown Mountain, it| Because—he had heard Ktp, the sounds #0 soft. But it looks as tho | Brownie, talking to the Twins on the} it was about a mile away. Let’s|Etctric Mountain that afternoon. | srawl under this bush and start in|He had heard on his telephone. fie morning.” |"Kip's given away all my secrets!” Nancy yawned. “AN right Ill|he raged. “How can I ever stop hide the record behind the big stone|those kids now? They'N get that so no one will find it.” Which she | record to the princess as sure as I'm did, and then scattered some gravel a wicked fairy, and then the princess garden. This finally determined him to buy Byron. He begun to read It precisety as he was accustomed to read books that is to say at the teginning and thence steadily onwards. “On the Death of a Young Lady” ‘Admiral Parker's § danghter, explained a footnote); “To EB ; "To D—" and 90 on. There were seven han | dred and eirht pages of this kind of |the thing and Don Juan wag tn the five hundreds. When he had laboriously thirty-six pages he decided that read it was not a fine thing to read poetry, | DOINGS OF THE DUFFS } BELIEVE I'LL RUN UPTO WILBOR’S OFFICE. AND SURPRISE HIM ~ I'VE a] 1S MR.WILBOR DUFF IN, PLEASE P YOULL FIND HIM IN THE WHO'S WILBUR) REAR | ? OFFICE! » They Sound Related and then » canto one o-0! bered the cantoe—sixteen; the number of verses in 6 and the total—two thousand nandred and eighty Wh It was an endless as the se hundred and eight pases had peared, when he had stagrered far as page thirty-cix. He began to hunt for the particular verses which had caused Don Juan to be |recommehded to him and presum ably bad egused his grandfather to arry out FYyron with the * and burn him in the garden. He not find them. He chucked the rot ten thing | But as he was putting the rotten thing away, his eye happened upon two lines that st k into him—it wns ‘like a physte the most extraordinary sensation: could tl blow The isles of Greece, Greece Where burning Sappho sung the isles of loved and He caught his breath. Tt was ex./ traordinary. What the dickens was | it? A vision of exquisite and = un.-/ earthly and brilliantly colored beauty |eeermed to be before his eyes. Islands, all white and green and in a sea of terrific biue. And} music, the thin note distant | trumpets. Amazing! .He read/ on. “Where Delos rose and Pheobus sprung! Eternal Summer gilds them yet.” Terrific, but not quite so ter. | |rific. And then again the terrific, | stunning, the heart-clutching thing. On a different note, with a | different picture, colored in grayn |The mountains look on Marathon— An arathon looks on the gra. Music! The trumpets thinned | of tet, I 27 as ? AMEN : ert Pill vattle * 2: + ar Or By Mabel ClelandJ SR SS TT : oa Page 635 ANOTHER DAVID (Chapter IV), “I've heard my father toll it," | somebody answered, and they rode on. As they rode, the sound grew Mo, with his) more distinct and they hurried their horses, for they began to | feet wure that the they i Ded Ge WS DE. | heard were the cries of many peo “Our party got ready to camp! p’ or Neeley went on story, “until I sometimes feel as sounds either in pain or in terre for the night and we watched the| “Father said they quit talking men go back after the last cow | | on, knowing that they would meet much anziety, | hostile Indians before long going back along the trali was! “after a time, they rounded a bend and came upon a scene too pretty serious business and a small party of whites was in more | io “g describe to youngsters ike you. “Did anyone ever tell you what & massacre is? Well, a big band of savage indians had come rid Ing across the country, painted | and yelling, and mad with the | hate they had against these great companies of strange white famil tes, who kept coming and coming in an endless train of slow, ered way and whep the six riders came up, the cruel, bloody and felt of their guns and went without tho any danger from attacks by the In dians than a big one. “The six nen were all armed and all rode horses except father He was riding a wild mule, that wis known for bis meanness to most of the men in the party. “We were following along the ” wer bank of some river, I don’t know Wilbur Must Have Been Four-Flushing ’D LIKE TO SEE MR. WILBUR DUFF’ ae wurteva + ‘BY STANLEY ‘ PF pRIe DAPPL BUCKWHEAT FLOUR. Ales GRE RM fr FLAT TRON ] GROCERY || A BICYCLE AND RIDER WERE COMPLETELY WRECKEDON MAIN STREET YESTERDAY. BY ALLMAN WILL You PLEASE TELL ME WHERE 1 CAN FIND Me. WinBUR DUFFS OFFICE? EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO GARAGE F THIS 1$ EVERETT Seno A MAN VE H@®RE To MAKS AN GMER GENCY REPAIR on MY Car. = ee ial How A@uUT THS Man ESQ 3 SENT LP THERS THS HELLOL TRUE SPCAKING. CAST TIME F "CAST TIME” 19 RICHTIN He OUSHT © BE "SENT UP’ BUT NOT HERG |!!! AND IF You HAVG HIM ST/LG WORKING In YOUR DUMP XoOu OUGHT To BE CLoseD vPH! Goop NisHT tt! AND GooD / RIDDANCS !!! what river it was. I remember the banks were heavily wooded, and we soon lost sight of the men as they rode off. work was done. “The Indians were yelling and leaping about the scattered wreck of what had been household be longings and chairs and pillows, pots and pans and little tin cups, baby clothes and sun bonnets. And the people who had usea them scattered about among their things,” (To Bo Continued) LL and he moved on to Don Juan, pare /awny, exquisitely thin, tiny, gone! five hundred and thirty-three. The! And high above the mountains and rhymes surprised nim. He nad no | far upon the #ea an organ shook jen, «that poetry—-poetry—rhymed He enaid, “Well, I'm dashed!” and “annunities” with “true it Is” and | ont the hook away “Jew it is.” He turned om and num- (Continued Tomorrow) ii] ] , eo top | will put ft on her phonograph and They were soon asleep, thetr arms! hear the words of Longhead, telling around each other's necks, and the|her which king to marry, Oh, kind little stars, which came out/tard! Oh, sardines and red pepper ‘ene by one, looked down smiling. And then that wicked old fellow But there was no sleep for Twelve | had a most terrible idea. “I can't follow them,” he shouted wuddenly, “put I can still do some damage.” Then he went to his map on the |wall, “They're likely spending the night In the pleasant country be- “Father raid they hadn't gone very far when tliey began to hear a strange noine, . Polly and Paul—and Paris tween the Electric Mountain and the By Zoo Beckley Eiderdown Mountain. I'll make my. (Copyright, 1922, by The Seattle Mar) |nelf into a bat and fly up to the k {Dream Star. And I'll send down CHAPTER XLVII—NORMA SMELLS A MOUSE! | dreams that will make them walk in [UJ | One afternoon a week after the and drag you ‘to ‘Chez Mingot’ for their sleep and they'll get lost, ‘The Bhownhies are all asleep, so they| party, Polly sat sewing in her tea. Only the swellest in Paris suits living-room. ‘The little lift my mood today, Hurry and get on Paper cut in horse , shape; scianors. can't help them. your hat.” bumping up and she listened as whe | PROBLEM: To divide the horve- ‘PartorFun’ FOREVERYONE HORSESHOE CUT-UP “Wonder what that is one of the men said, ‘May be wolves,’ jas they feel. Norma noticed tt. |4 good kid.” “You ought to be the happlest kid| “I can’t, there's on earth—-you've got everything.” about, Polly was silent, looking down at blues,” her plate, Norma touched her hand » isn’t worth itm | “No, Norma, dear, I can’t.” Polly and bent toward her affection Polly looked up, startled. | made a weary gesture. “It's not dig- ately. |“Violet Rand. Don't you suppose | nified to—* That's just your Vi likes to see how far she can go— and she's no fool. I'd stop her if T nothing to talk/ Were you. It's perfectly simple. it's just a touch of the What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.” and ordered chocolate and “Chez ingot" joes. “That was the cutest party of| yours, Polly! Don’t know when I| bad such a good time.” | “If it hadn't been for you, we wouldn't have the flat at all, Every. | So talk away, ae 3 sunny came the “Yo, ho, hot And a bottle of cat sup! No, I mean a sweet monquito. They walked down the Rue St.|body raves over it, Norma, and im-| “Is anything wrong, dear? Some.|I know. What's troubling you? It| “Fiddlestickst I'll have to find me one.” Twelve| always did when it stopped at Honore, shop lined and busy, to the|plores us to help them find one Uke|thing on your mind?” She waited| makes me boll, too, for Vi simply | puritanical prejudice. Do you mean Toes had turned {nto a black bat|fifth floor. [broad Rue Royale with its swarm of |it, Why, they fairly sit around and | sympathetically, and when no an. | plays with men as she'd play a game, to say it isn’t dignified to fight for shoe into seven parts by two cuts. |and flown out of his cave into the! She was glad to we Norma's bright | traffic. “Chez Mingot™ was the tea-|wait for us to die, so they can get|swer canre, went on in low tones:|for her own amusement. But that your husband's love? ** © But SOLUTION: Cut first as shown at | night, face at her door. | room of the hour—the smartest, | it! “Come, we're in Paris, where there | doesn’t mean she can't win. Ob, | there, it isn't so serious as all that beft, then arrange the pleces as at “H'lo, Polly darlint, how's every: | originalist, expensivest Polly's words were cheery, but she |are no inhibitions—where people|don't misunderstand, dear — your Fight and cv* «cross tile three pieces. thing! Came to make my party cam Polly and Norma found places at! had a vaguely preoceupied wir, and) think and talk, and pretty nearly do|Paul's*as straight as a string. Only | (To Be Continued) Just you leave it to mer" (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) (Le Be Continue ii