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ql H 28 if ti | (Continued From Page 6) State interference. That's what I'd encourage all | know how if I were @ politician He broke off. “I say, aren't I the limit, gassing away like thie? I hard ly ever get off nowadays and when 1 do'—Why don't you stop me?" Sho made a little gesture depreca. tory of his suggestion. “Because I lke to hear you, your funny old face when you're on one of your ideas, It gets red un- derneath, Marke, and the red slowly comes up. Funny old face! to disagree with you, I think. I think conventions, most of them, are odi- ous, hateful, Marko, I hate them,” vur He had been strangely affected by the words of her interruptions: a con- traction In the throat—a twitching about the eyes .. . But he was able, and glad that he was able to catch ly at her opinion. “Yea, yes,t odious, hateful, and much than that, crusl—conventions : just coming to that. But they're absolutely rightly based, Nona. the baffling and the madden- ing part of them. U's what in- teresta me in them, In thelr appli- they're often unutterably cruel, hideously cruel and un- when you examine them, fundamentally right and reason- ii ne i ; afz Hi i u F i 12? ! : g i i # t i if 27 i £ z i i {, be ? i g | : : : g i 3 } i ai gee ai Behe sist x e 58 fe i fF ! rr i beyond cursing nociety about seeing that the indamentally right on earth i *e 45 7 i s £ | He z [ it if ; i i Hf i EB ie! i i He smiled. “Oh, well, it’s only two years, you know—leas than two Years since you went away.” “I wasn't thinking of two years.” “How many years were you think- Ing of?” “Ten.” They just eat there. Mr. Sprinkle Blow laughed loud and ‘long Mr. Sprinkle Blow up on his star in the sky was simply delighted to _ the Twins. “My, my! Did you come to help me again, kiddies? I've missed you terribly.” “We'd like to stay, but we can’t,” said Nancy. “We want you to help us this time, kind Mr, Fairyman.” And she told him all about the er rand she and Nick were on, and how they could not get over the Hider. down Mountain because the feathers inside of it were so fluffy and soft that they sank at every step, and Nancy had almost been lost com- pletely. “Well, well!’ remarked Mr. Sprin- kle Blow, “What can I do, my dears? ‘That's the part of the world I know Rothine about.” Then Nick told him what the red feather pen had written on the magtc Paper. How it had told tlrem to ask for # rainstorm to flatten the feathers, Mr. Sprinkle Blow laughed loud and long. “Ha, ha, ho! Ho, bo, ho!’ I lke to wateh | THE / NO CAUSE For ALARM| MARTHA, M'DEAR= [7 rr muST HAVE BEEN ) I WAS MERELY AWAY F/ ‘youn BARLEYCORN'S’ ON A SECRET MISSION || HOME « HE HAS BEEN ) WITH A SCIENTIFIC DEAD FOR SOME “TIME VES,SOT SEE* TH ™! | “HE PLAUSIBILITY OF \ ALLEGED GHOSTS IN A HAUNTED ABODE ON A DESERTED LOOK AS “THOUGH YOU HAVE BEEN IN COMMUNICATION WITH SOME SPIRITS! “CO = The insistent shrieking of a motor siren in the street below began to jPenetrate thelr silence, When it | Came to Sabre's consciousness he had somehow the feeling that it had been |woing on a very long time, He Jumped to his feet. The siren ha the obscene and terrific note of a gi gantic hen in delirium. What the | devil's that?’ | She received his question with the | | blank look of one whose mind bad no | idea of the question's reason, The strangled te and shriek from ned her in paroxyeme Of hideous sound. With a motion of her body, os of one shaking off dreama, she threw away the be-mure. _— ment in which she had sat. She screwed up her face in torture. “Oh, | wow! Isn't It too awful! ‘That's Teny. In the car. him I'd) jleok in here,” “i at the |olook. “Marko; it’ nok. I've | been here two mortal hours!” An extravagantly long or car | | was drawn against the curb, Lord | |Tybar, in . dust coat and a sleek | bowler hat of silver gray, sat in the \driver’s seat. He was industriously and without ceasation winding the {handle of the airen. An uncommon: | [ly pretty woran sat beside him. She was massed in furs. In her eure} she held the index finger of each | hand, her elhows sticking out on each side of her head, “Hullo? called Lord Tybar. | you happen to hear my sighs?’ “That appalling noise!" «aid Nona. “You ought to be prosecuted!" “If you'd had It next to you!" piped the uncommonly pretty lady in an uncommonly pretty voice. “It's Iike & whole ship being seasick together.” | “It's nothing of the kind,” pro- tested Lord Tybar, “It's the plain- tive lament of a husband entreating we ‘TR azor" eS BEEN AWAY ON WOOPLE “Did | Ping to, start ome time?” She got in. “Good-by, Marko.” Her voice sounded tired. She guve Sabre her hand. “Jolly, the books,” she said. “And our talk.” x ‘Thru the day Sabre's thoughts, as his wife.” He directed his eyes fur. |* ™8" Sorting thru many documents ther backward. “Good morning, Mr.| #94 coming upon and retaining one, Fortune. . fined down towards a picture of him. Did you recognize my ‘Wolce calling my wife? There were tears in it. Perhaps you didn't.” “Good lord.” maid Sabre, “there's old Fortune at his window. I'll come down with you, Nona.” An they went down he asked her, “Who's that with him in the car?” “One of his friends, Staying with self alone with Nona—alone with! her, watching her beautiful tace— and @aying to her; “Look here, there were three things you said, three ex | pressions you used. Explain them, He thought, “Tybar—Tybar.— ‘They're just alike in their way of saying things, Nona and Tybar, That | Dantering wuy they talk when they're together-——when they're together. Ty- bar does, whoever he's with. Not | Nona. Not with me, But with Ty-| bar. She plays up to him when} they're together. And he plays up to her, Everybody mays how amus- ing they are. They're perfectly #uit- ed. ‘They look so dashed handsome, the pair of them. And always that| bantertng talk, Nona chose deliber- | ately between Tybar and me. I know | the did. She loved me, till he came! along. It’s old. Ten years old. 1) ‘The lady remarked, “Thanks. 1 look at it, She chose deliber: can remember it, At least I was| ely. I can see her choosing: “Ty. married ina chureh, you know." | &t or Marko?—oh, dash it, Tybar “And, of course,” said Nona, “you | And she chose right. She's just hie always remember you're married,|™ate. He's just her mate. They're don’t you?” Something in her voice made it-— afterwards—ocour to him as odd that she spoke of one of “his,” not one of “our” friends, and did not men. tion her name. “Well, the whole of Tidborough knows where you've beeh, Nona,” Lord Tybar greeted them. “And a good place, too.” He addressed the lady by his side. “Puggo, look at those pulpita and things in the win- dow. You never go to church. It'll {do you good. That's a pulpit, that tal thing. They preach from that.” a pair. That bantering, alry way of theirs together. That's just charac- , | teristic of the oneness of their char.) I couldn't put up that ban- tering sort of stuff. I never could. I'm a jolly sight too serious, And agined: and went further. The un |NOna knew it, She used to laugh at | commonly pretty woman addressed |™# About it, She still does, ‘You! an Puggo replied, “Ob, always, And | Duzzle, don’t you, Marko? she said so do you, don’t you, dear?’ and her | ‘tis very morning.” uncommonly pretty eyes went in a| He thought, “No, that wan't) quick glance from Nona’s face to| laughing at me. Not that. No, it Sabre's, whore they hovered the frac. | wasn't. Not that—nor any of it. tion of a moment, and thence to| What did she mean when she said/ Lord Tybar’s where also they hov.| There! like that when she gave ered, and smiled, her hand when she first came in?| “But, Puggo, you don‘t know! And took off her glove first. What Sabre, do you?” Lord Tybar said. | did she mean when she sald she had | “Sabre, this is Mrs. Winifred. Aj|to come? ‘Well, I had to come,’ she woman of mystery. One mystery is | *ald—What did she mean when she how she ever won Fred and the other|said she was floteam?—Fioteam! why she is called Puggo. There must| Why? Made me angry in my voice be something pretty dark in her past | when I asked her. I sald, ‘How can | to have got her a name like Puggo.” | you be flotsam? And how the devil ‘The woman of mystery shrugged|can she?—Nona, with Tybar, flot-| her shoulders. “Of course Tony'’s|sam? But she said it, I said, ‘How simply @ fool,” she observed. “You|can you be flotsam, the Life you've | know that, don’t you, Mr. Sabre?” “It's not her face,” Lord Tybar continued. “You might think It’s her | Cigure the way she hides it up under all thone furs on a day like this. But & pug's figure—" in. “I suppose we're And the thing was real, not im- He thought, “What rot! She chose. She knew he was her sort. She knew I wasn't. She chose deliberate- ye. I meant to have said ‘the | cloisters. live. But jlike that. Walking togeth life you've got, you | meant taken, chosen, | it, deliberately. She chose between | i'm going to marry Lord Tybar.” us. I might almost have heard her| And his reply, the model of indif- | choose ‘Marko or Tybar? Oh, dash |ference. “Are you, Nona?” it—Tybar.’ I never reproached her,| Nothing else said of it not by a look, I saw her point of | them. I thought I'd forgotten it, absolutely. But I haven't. moment that I haven't. you've—taken!’ | Damn me, it did sting. That look she| merely and immediately and preciae- gave! As if I had struck her. | rot! How could it sting her? | gould she mind? gretted.—Is it likely?” |the Fortune, East and | He thought, “But fs she happy? | ness axtraordinary jIs it all what it appears between | such a cause! them? That remark she made to! He came upon the plejure of him- that woman and the extraordinary | self alone with Nona way she said it, ‘You never forgot| watching her beautiful face | you're married, do you?’ Amazing| saying to her, “Look here, there | thing to say, the way she said it.| were three things you said, three ex- | What did she mean? And that wom-| pressions you used. Explain them, Jan, She said something like, ‘Nor | Nona. | you, do you?’ and looked at me and | giove off. lthen at Ty And Tybar looked. | hairpins. And his thought bad im- It came out in that| mediately been, not this nor that n Sabre busi effect from Eexplain ‘Wioteam.’ Ex- plain ‘Well, I had to come.’ Explain then, Nona—for God's sake.” (Continued Tomorrow) Polly and Pauwl—and Paris By Zoo BeeRiey (Copyright, 1921, by The Seattle Star) lat Nona, at me, as if he'd got some | Joke, some mock Bd [he roared. “Why, you didn’t need a |fairy to tell you that, did you? Any- Jone with sense would know that| CHAPTER LVI—THE LONELY HOUR |fenthers— Ha, ha, ha! I beg your pardon. I didn’t mean to laugh,’| The little lift stopped at the fifth, Dubois turning that cold look upon her! What did Mme, Dubois think? Wretched thoughts drummed round and round in her head. She flung off her clothing. Sleep would help, She longed for unconsciousness and the [he declared, sobering suddenly when | floor and Polly, feeling dizzy and he saw Nick’s offended look ire | oppressed, le erselt into her flat as you're born, I'd never have|A note from Paul lay on the table [thought of it myself. But it just| With flushing cheeks, she opened it shows that brains are as good as . He was getting on well with his magic any day, But there! Let's|work—wouldn't be home for some|clearer vision that would surely |weo! I’M just roll my barrel marked |days yet—be @ good, brave little girl | come. Regular Pourdowns onto a cloud and |and don't worry-—he hoped she was eee |get West Wind to push the cloud | well « nd happy~-hers always| Toward 3 in the afternoon she |to the right spot, then I'll turn on | devotedly aul. awoke suddenly, shaken and unre |the spigot. Your Hiderdown Moun.| Her face burned, her hands and/freshed. For a moment sho couldn't |tain will be as flat as a banana frit-|feet felt chill. She went into the|remember what had happened |ter in five minutes.” bedroom, flung off her cloak and hat,|Oh, yes It all came back with a The fairyman had another {dea,|pushed back her hair and stared at| hideous rush. She felt unspeakably “gay! he said, “If you two can|her reflection in the glass, How tired} lonely and forlorn. ‘Tea might help: | wish yourselves up to the sky why|and drawn! How unhappy she| She threw on dressing gown, slippers didn't you wish yourselves across |looked—and felt! Everything seemed|and boudoir cup and made herself this mountain?” miserably distorted and confu nome a. Oh, if she only had some “We're not allowed,” said Nick. | With all soul she longed to wipe | sympathetic soul to talk tot A nolke outside her door, She threw it open and yes, there was the concierge dusting down the steps. “It's a rule of the country that we|out the memory of her homecoming must walk,” of Violet's prowling at the corner, (To Be Continued) confronting her that way, with (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) | blame and accusation! Of nice Mme, » ¥ SEATTLE HERE COMES | | PARTY “To INVESTIGATE) "|NOW = YES, AND YoU Fler ait pRING ‘RESEARCH’ WORK == Clearly, as it were yenterday, he remembered the day she had declared | taken?” I didn't mean to way ‘taken’|to him her choice. In the Cathedral | And} I | suddenly, im the midat of indifferent | She did take | things, she told him, “I say, Marko, | between | There would certainly have view, My infernal failing, even then. | been more discussion if she had said | Not by a look I ever reproached her. | she was going to buy a packet of | ‘The life|the other of a hundred thoughts | I meant it to sting. | proper to a blow so stunning, but) What |ly that he would tell his father Yes | How|to what that very morning he had | Only if she re | told him No—that he would go into | alone with her ~and | Explain “There? with your STAR. BY AHERN | (YEH, AND HE OUGHT “TO LEAVE HIS "WRECK OF | ‘WESPERUS BACK 1D PORT*!/ NOSE TO HE'S BEEN AWAY |! GcCIENCE | | THREE DAYS=// WHEN HE'S DONE WITH (f HAS * * Pag “Now the moon did not whisper | |] wind, and he was more than halt afraid to try his moon-shaped stick again, but when he did, he found that by pushing with his canoe to turn this way cr that, wo he sald: “Ant longer and my hand wider I could make it go where I wilted.’ “So he cut for himself yet an- other tree and with his sharp stones and slow, careful fires he fashioned it into a long arm with a long, flat hand at the end, and he did not know that he had made the first paddle, nor would he have cared if he had known, for he was only gind that he could make the canoe go where he will ed, so glad that a song lept righ up out of his heart and sang itself upon his lips. “"O, little pointed moon,’ he sang, ‘O, white moon in the black sea, your voice came in the night wind! I listened to your voice, and now, © little moon, I too mall | even as “And the sound waa sweet, and all along the shores the birds heard it, and they called out to} each other—'Sweet! Sweet, Swee' and that is how the birds first ar Qrattle yIebok.” OL, abel Cle e 644 AUNT ELEEN'S LEG! again to Hadaalit on the night! country. hand he could, @ little, esuse the Neceicacnstenninmenaianets 1 93% 3 5 capnssmstennsmemees , | night, and ther if my arm were but) BY STANLEY THE OLD HOME TOWN [HOLD "ER NEWT) SHES AREARIN/ > ANY He e-¢ VEN cis © Aig Oc TWERES SO § LY aur oF ||") & A ii mY HAY! / (lus \) -———— | @,) ( J Be aT S Ke ( i THE RAILROAD PAINTERS HERE WORKING ON THE DEPOT, SPENT THE FIRST DAY DIGGING 6UT BIRDS’ NESTS 4 DANNY, OH DANNY — { Patek Corour THAT i] NOISE NOW-You GOT Me “ TWENTY-ONE - TWENTY- TWO- “TWENTY-THREE - Haiegmees EVERETT TRUE No, SIR, MR.TRUG, VM NOT IN Fave OF THE SoLDIGRS’ BONUS! AFTER They Got THs STUCE IT WOULON'T BG LonG BEFORS HS MOsTt OF WOULD HAVG IT ALL BLOWA IN ON, Lot of FoouLsHNeEss ! sai * Ss ND Warned to sing In the Whulge “Then for days and long days hung low ower the earth, and the salt water looked black and angry and birds sang, ‘Sweet! no and Hada-alit: mourned. “Dark day would follow darker seenred no light or joy in all the earth ,and Hada alit’s heart once more leapt up, and this time mad ment upon the clouds the longer his lips, as he lay in his moon. EVEN So, ‘You haped boa: oee"Oh, tte moon,’ he sang, HADN'T OUGHT To ‘Oh, little pointed ‘I listen to the nig ‘I listen for your . ‘Iam alone, alone, alone, and it is dark.’ “Then, tho there was no rift in the low-hanging clouds, and tho there was no whisper on the night, yet Mada-alit sat up and stretched out his arms, for down from the hidden moon, the maiden had con to be his companion And when she came sho lost her wonderful shining hair and it fell into the salt water, ever more to drag aftér the boats which float Feae A UTTLS COMPETITION CUKE THa-r Mt upon the Whulg». And so, no In dian maiden ever had shining golden hair, because when she waked on earth, that first maid who came to be a companion to man found herself with long hair as black as Hada-alit's own," “Oh, Mme, Dubois, I've just made joa. I—I do wish you'd come in and |have some with me, Would you— | would you mind?” | ‘The good concierge looked up. “Merel, But I have my work to do.” Again the sick chill of rebuff! She |? m fought against it this time. “But dear madame, I am s0—s0 very lonely, Let the work go for half an hour, Do" She smiled. “Please let me tell you something.” Polly was chilled. She got up,|/¢ed back, “I shall of course tell mon grasped the woman's arm, lifted her | Sieur as soon as he comes home. We chin, made her look into her eyes, _| shall laugh at it together.” : “Mme, Dubois, please believe me,| Madame looked; shook her head, It But chere|1 yespect you, want. you. for my impossible to make cut these into the older woman's, approve of me, I know, in your nice, kind oyes “You don't I can seo it x madame, T can't bear you to. mi y oe ar ye s-/ friend, Don't you know I am speak- Americans, e atten Monsieur Barray ing the truth?" om m™ 4 bebe hits, bi and pt sepa ed om oN oy r feta “ry ee pr iba e th A st of ‘Oul ma cherie, I believe, I see| “Bien,” she said, “as you will, But Andre. thi. wi Les ¥ alles truth in your eyes, But take the ad. /T am old and wise, It is not well to J ‘ us Paris! vice of an old woman—do not put/tax a man's faith too far, The ket. We had coffee at a work the strain of this belief upon mon-jdevil haa his serpents upon this n'e. ons wied among | sieur, your husband. Men are queer. |earth, . . .”* si age on came home.|rhey do not always know that} When she had game, Poliy felt a all thero is to it strange things can happen, Tell him}wague uneasines® at the words, Polly's young face looked pleadingly “Madame owes no explanation to} nothing.” She hit the thou m ght unfinished, me. | “But Mme. Dubois" Polly start. (To Be Continued)