The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 1, 1922, Page 11

> xTS ———_— Ty band, t Officer \ rousing | Subject tke has ch lends ership. Lin dur. Colone! » U. 8. den, in. P that yeh old md Oh, > Morn. | heard HisiHil iL Bey k Hil ee es | «PRENErES | arrived: | Mouth. They said this, not with cen | SATURDAY, APRIL 1, 1922. | (Continued From Page @ Just stroke it; their baby fingers were | bemused approach. They had/not more softly ailken. Of her hair tly sundered, expecting him to|Lady Tybar had said frequently » UNtiL he was almost on top of | from her girlhood upwards, Uhat it N. ah One of the pair Was how|Was “a most sickening nulmance.” Beeeed in placating his horse,/ She bound it tightly as if to punish eh resented this sudden snatch-jand be firm with the sickening at bit and prick ef ap aad per | Dulsance that it was to her, And ing it to retura to the level road. | these clase, gleaming plaite and coils On one side the lane Waa banked | ohildren glso liked to touch with Y up in a cutting, The horse) their soft fingers, the rider on this side stood on its| Her name was Nona. lege and appeared to be per Iv & weries of postman’s double} Until thin moment, standing the on the bank with its fore-| with hig bicycle, she on her Penstieus Lom Tybar, who bestrode it, | horse, he had mot seen her, nor Lord whe did not eeem to be at Tybar, for two years, They had been by bis horse copying traveling, Now seeing her, thus un man, looked Over his shoulder at|expeotedly and thus gallantly en showiig @2 amuved grin, and/vironed, his mind, with that aston “Thanks, Sabre. This is jolly. / ishing precision of detail and capri Come on, girl. This | clousness of selection with which the 4 passing on, please.” | mind retains pictures, reproduced cer old girl, an extraordinarily big | tain masouline discussion of her looks handsome chestnut mare, drop) at a time whea, as Nona Holiday her forelegs to the level of the |of Chovensbury Court, daughter of where she exchanged the post | Sir Liadden Holiday, M, P., for ‘Td. ‘es knocking for a complicated | borough, had contributed to local ceectingly nimble dance, large | gossip by becoming engaged to Lord ‘on two lees. Tybar, Tybar, against her evident) “Pretty girl, you know,” maseu THE SEKATTI OUR BOARDING HOUSE SAW ME BEATING Rues 2? Mntentions, skilfully directed the steps | tine discussion had sald; and Sabre page ge Steyn had thought, “Pools? and her how} “Oh, hardly pretty,” others ; and while she bounded | maintained; and again Sporwt’ Na the concluding movements of | had thoug! “Pretty—pretty! Har@. ly pretty—-hardly—!" “Purtous, he had ung ¥ from them, The time and the place of the dis- cussion had been when the news of her engagement had just been brought into the clubhouse of the Penny Green Gott Club. He had flung out inte the rain which had jeaused the pavilion to be crowded. Fools! Was she pretty! Did they mean to say they couldn't see in her face what he saw in her face? And them; / then he thought, “But of course they haven't loved her. It's nothing to them what they've only just heard, but what she told mo herself this morning. .. . And she knew what it meant to mea when she told me... . Altho we sald nothing... Of course I wee her differently after two years of not seeing her, end ten years since that day of gos- sip at the golf club. Pretty! . . . Strange how he could always remem- ber that smell of the rain as he had come out of the clubhouse... and & strange fragrance in the alr as bow he locked upen her, Vv Greetings had been exchanged: his apologies for his biundering descent ‘Ty-| upon them laughed at. Lord Tybar clear, . “Well, it's a tiger of a ther beautiful | place, this Garden Home of yours, Rather | Sabre—" fuintest| “It's not mine,” said Sabre “Ged off the | forbid.” a bit.) “Ah, you've not got the eame beau ts | tiful local patriotism that I have, It’ to us. | one of my most elegant qualities, my passionate devotion to my country side, That was whap that corker of vicar of yours, Hoorn Bagshaw, told I was when I wept with joy hile he was showing me round. Yes, and pow I'm a patron of the Garden or z ifr i i E 4 REGS i ef; 23 i i i | | i ry iH i i if i i i Fi ar |lord, fancy bel He looked so genuinely ruef abashed that Sabre laughed; beauty he could and trty-two,|then said to Nona, “Why is elegant | She made « little pouting motion +} at him with her lips. “Marko, I wish ul, mischievous. A supreme-|to goodness you wouldn't call me and bold spirit) Lady Tybar. Dash it, we've called eyes and shone|jone another Nona and Marke for and glints andjabout a thousand years, long before 4 of diamand light. His face|I ever knew Tony, And just because thin and of tanned olive. His|I'm married—" | face seemed to say to the world, @ailengingly, “I am here! I have Bring out your best and me!" There were people—| said he had a cruel! ell, about my word ‘elegant’,” Nona was going on, “and why it is mine—weren't you asking?” Sabre ald he had. “Yea, why a regret, but with a deliciously | yours rapture as tho the cruel “Why, you see, Derry and Toms ts Mouth Gif it were cruct) were not the a case of it.” She tickled her horse's Teast part of his attraction ears with her riding switch, and he Lord Tybar’s lady, who was twen-| stamped a hoot on the ground and ty-eight, carried in her countenance |arched his neck as tho he knew he and in her hair the pleasing comple-| was a case of it and was proud of Ment of her lord's tan and olive hue | being a case of it. “I wanted an ele $84 of his cropped black poll. She|gant name for bim and I always Was extraordinarily fair. Her skin | think two names are so elegant for Was of the hue and of the sheen of |a tirm—* Geamy silk, and glowed beneath its| “Bloodsucker and Noodle are Rue. It presented amazing delicacy | mine,” said Lord Tybar in a very $04 yet an exquisite firmness. Chil | gloomy voice; and thay laughed. aren, playing with her, and she de-| “—#o I called him Derry and in playing with children (but | Toms.”* she was childiess), often asked to| Sabre pointed out that this still stroke her face. They would stare | left her own possession of the word at her face in that immensely ab- | unexplained ferbed way in which children stare,| “Oh, Marko, you're dreadfully mat and then ask to touch her face and! ter-offact. You always were. Why, —— oP ADV 4) OF THE. THE RECORD DISAPPEARS When Twelva Toes, away up in the; “Oh, Nick! cried Nancy. “I'm so ky in the form of a bat, saw the | glad to see youl Why did you go ‘Twins waken, he shricked with rage. |away and leave me?” After al! his trouble of going to the| “And why did you?” asked Nick ‘s Star and throwing down| “I didn’t know I was going,” said terrible dreams to the children, this | Nancy. “I must have walked in my Was the end of it. | sheep.” Naney turned back from the prect-| “Neither did 1," declared Nick. Piee she had nearly fallen over, and | must have, too!” Mick turned back from the thorny- “It most likely was Twelve Toes Patch which might have torn him |again,” said Nancy. “But we'll have \@ pieces, and they reached the little |to get the record and hurry along. bush at the same time, the little bush | There's the sun coming up now.” Under which they had slept,and near; “Let's eat first,” said Nick, re Which they had buried the record to/membering about the basket. Instantly the little basket appear containing hot porridge and , toast, fruit and cocoa, And the Twins ate like the hungry little travelers they were. One can't climb mountains and have so many thrill ing adventures without getting up a | good appetite When they had finished, the little basket disappeared, and now the v e 5 nors Asp wvenvonn ||) *°* rat ne of cube || “I'l get the record,” aid Nick, | moins over to the big stone behind which they had hidden it, under some wravel | “Ite gone? be called an instant later. “It's not here at all! Some one has taken it! Come here, Nancy, quick!” Nancy hurried as tast ax her lees could carry her, What Nick «nid | waa true. There was nothing there but a little hollowed-out place in the ground where the record had been. (To Be Continued) “y Tony and I get fond of a word and then we have it for our own, whieh | over of us it is, and use it for every: | thing. And elegant’s mine just now. I'm dreadfully fond of it so | Weil, elegant; there you are, you see!” | Lord Tybar announced that he had | [Just become attached to a new word | and desired to possess It. He was) going to have blood, “You see, if 1) live by aucking blood—" | “Tony, you're disgusting!” “I know, I'm the most frightful) things, I'm just beginning to realise | it, Yea, blood’s mine, Nona. Copy: | Fight. All rights reserved. Blood.” “Well, #0 long as you stick to the noun and don’t use the adjectiv she said; and they all laughed again. | Lord Tybar gathered up bia reins | and stroked his left hand along them. | an “That's another of my beautiful qual- | ities, The rfect understanding be tween me and my horses telle me the mare has seen enough of you, Sabre, She tells me all her thoughts tn her flanks and they Marconi up my nervous and receptive legs. 1 must write and tell the Searchlight | “Oh, you're all right, Marko,” No | Ra agreed, “when you're not too mat hareh word and @ blow for) y jorthrepps.” / ‘The mare steadied again. She stretehed out her neck towards Sabre and quivered her nostrile at him, | sensing him. He put up @ hand to) stroke her beautiful muzzle and she threw up her head violently and/ swerved sharply around. / Not in the least discomposed, Lord | Tybar, hia body in perfect rhythm | with her curvettings, laughed at Sabre over his shoulder. “She thinks | you're up to something, Sabre, Sho thinks you've got designs on ua Mar | velous how 1 know! Whi Tr and I shall hear, loved one You'll hurt yourself in a minute.” ‘The light tn his smiling eyes waa) surely a mocking light. “Thinks you're up to something! Thinks) you've gut designs on us! | The mare was wheedied round jagain to her former position; aguinst her will, but somehow as the nat ural result of her dancing. Marvel-| lown. But Lord Tybar was now look ling away behind him to where the adjoining meadow sloped far away hand steeply to a copse. In the hol | w only the tops of the trees could be |aeen. His eyes were screwed up in }distant vision, He said, “Dash 4t, | there’s that old blighter Sooper, He's been avoiding me. Now I've got him Nona, you won't mind getting back alone? I must speak to Sooper, I'm |going to have his blood over that |fodder business, Blood! My word! | Gooar’ He twisted the mare in a wonder. fully quick and dexterous movement. “Good-by, Babre. You don't mind, Nona? And he flashed back a glance. He lifted the mare over the low bank with superbly easy mo- tion. He turned to wave his hand as she landed nimbly in the meadow, and he cantered away, Imago of grace, poetry of movement. Vor. tune’s favorite! on their), vt The features of tho level valley be | yond the brow where only he could |have seen the individual he sought | were, at that distance, of Noah's Ark dimensions, “How he could have recognized any one! said Nona, her the valley. “I can't He's got eyes like | | ganze towards leven see any one. about four hawks! fabre mid, “And rides ike a what do they eail those things?— like @ centaur.” She turned her head towards him. | “He does overything better than any Jone else,” she eaid, “That's Tony's characteristic. Fiverything, He's| | perfectly wonderful.” ‘These were enthusiastic words; but she spoke them without enthusiasm; | “he merely pronounced them. “Well lim off too.” she said. “And what) Marko? You're golng to lous bow he directed her caprices into! had many recollections in common, | | bis own Intentions and against her |tho not all laughable. KEEP YOUR MOUTH CLOSED OR You'LL CATCH COLD FROM THE DRAFTS AND WHALE THOGE RUGS= DON'T TAP HWEM = DO You WANT ME "TO BRING ‘CAUGHT work, aren't you? I don’t think you ought to be able to atop and gossip) like this, You're not getting an idler, are you? You used to be such a de voted hard-worker, My word!” and she laughed as tho at some amused memory of his devotion to work. He laughed too. They certainty | “1 don't think |1'm quite so—so earnest as I used | | to be,” he smiled. “Ab, but I like you earnest, Mar ko.” ‘There was the tiniest silence re | | tween them, Yot it seemed to Sabre ja very long silence. Sho was again the one to speak, and her tone was rather abrupt and high-pitehed as if she, too, were con- scious of a long silence and broke it | deliberately, as one breaka, with an effort, constraint. “And how's Mabel? “She's all right. She's ever on keen on this Garden Home bustnena.” “She would be,” sald Nona, “And so am I! said Sabre, Some thing in her tone made him pay it defiantly. She laughed, “I'm sure you are, Marko, Well, good-by,” and as Der. | ry and Toms began to turn with his customary sedateness of motion she made the remark, “I'm so glad you don't wear trouser clips, Marko, 1 'do loathe trouser clips. Vil Tle resumed his ride, A mile farther Jon he overtook, on a slight rise, an Jimmense tree trunk slung between | three pairs of wheels and dragged by two tremendous horses, harnessed ltandemwise. As he passed them camo the smell of warm horseflesh and his thought was “Pretty!* He shot ahead and a line came tnto his mind: “Was this the free that launched a thousand ships?” Well, he had had certain asptra- tions, dreams, visions... . Hs was upon the crest whence the road ran down int, ], »orough. Be. neath him the epires of the Cathedral lifted exquisitely above the surround. ing city, (Continued Monday) By Zoo CHAPTER LI—THE They came to the famous old} Pont Neuf, the ancient bridge over | the Seine, with the rows of bookstalls along the marge of the river—closed joow, lke things asleop, The alr Polly and Paul—and [Paris (Coprright, 1923, by Tho Seattle mart Beckley & MARKET-WAINS grew chill, and Polly hugged her cloak around her, Barray’s arm seemed warm and comforting in the cold, lonely dark, Polly looked to the east, Was that iT IN THE SNARES | DOINGS OF THE DUEFS “And who did keep care of the children, Mr. Neeley? Pessy asked, ter eyes brimuning with tears, “Oh! I think this ts ao sad @ story; I wish something else ‘would happen to make {t nicer for everybody.” “Who took care of the widow and her children?” Mr. Nevley wald, “Why, everybody, I think. There was a lot of sure enough friendliness among the pioneers of that time. And when anybody got into trouble all the rest were quick to help. “We kept the little bey in our wagon and mother nursed him till he got well, Oh, yes! got well, I saw him years later —ttrong and healthy as anybody. “But—that certainly was « hard and dangerous stretch of the long trail, for we never knew whether the Indians who had massacred our friends were following or had really turned back for good, And while we were doing everything passible to get out of their coun- Sure he aes (Chapter VIII) try as quickly as we could, we came to an almost impossible river crossing. “The country had grown more rugged as we approached this point and the banks were rocky and very steep, with the river rushing thru its narrowed bed, a foaming torrent. “The men who rede ahead re ported that for a long distance both up and down, it was no tet- ter. We had to get across and we might as well cross there. “Well’ father said, ‘One thing’s sure—it can't be forded.’ "No, someone else said, ‘it can't be forded, We shall have to bulld a bridge.” “So axes were got out and men ‘went into the woods on the river bank to pick out some trees for the bridge. | “It was slow, hard work with the few tools they had to use, But after a time-—while all the wagons with thelr freight of anxious souls waited—they had it built—a strange sort of bridge for 60 heavy wagons to cross.” (To Be Continued) b dadedee ee | was not yet 4. At what time did dawn break anyhow? She heard an odd sound—clop-clop, clop-clop, cluppetty-clup, ecluppetty- clup-—-heavy and measured homrly sounding. She looked round inqutringly, Barray too, amused at) her eagerness, Down the narrow street behind them came a pair of fat horses, huge Percherons, with shaggy ’ fetlocks and long manes and tails, ‘The| and |» charge. No driver waa visible. Then, as the big cart drew abreast of them, Polly saw that in place of @ driver's seat was a sort of cradle a longish-narrow erib filled with straw and blankets, in which was y ensconced a man, pat's how they always come to market,” Barray explained, “The horses know the way, the man doesn't have to bother, He'll wake up when they get to Lep Halles.” “Les Halles?” horses, proud in their brass-trimmed a streak of gray? No—impowsille, it harnesses, seqmed to be in sole “Yes—the great market that feeds PAGE 11 BY STANLEY TWO GIRLS ED ON 1 TOLD HIM | WANTED A FIVE POUND BOX OP CANDY AND HE ASKED — ME WHO SENT ME- J waar lions Nou een ill AT Ou qt "TH ca bon It's FULL OF GD, STA WHSS2ZCS ABOUT (Rooted it all Parist* If Polly hesitated @ moment, it Barray watched her dancing eyes. | only to hear @ vague inward voice “If you've never seen the great mar |that mocked, “What would they ket, surely you ought to, Come, the! think at home—you and man. night is over, There's no use going! prowling the night tnrttn Saat home now. Let's justify the Conti, alone—"* nental belief that definite programs| She shut her ears te tt. are unnecessary. Let the mood be| Ladghing aloud, as if to drown out the guide! If you go home now, the croaking vi you'll have to wake up the conclerge |steps stom, she Daataane ae to let you in. Is that your mood?’ “AM right? dragged Polly shook a positive head, gaily Brit Feet “Wd love “Come, then, The fat old market| Let's go see the markets by it, Let's | means!” v