The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 8, 1922, Page 9

Veurrce b PANTS SR see ST aes reore | STAR cAS.M Hitchinso © 19m ASMHUTCHINGON (Continued From Page 6) tle dinner party at Northreppa to whieh be had come with Mabel, Nona came with them to the door on their departure, Sabre waa last I shan't seo he said, til Octoder." He no more than touched her hand and turned away. He had kept his resotution, She was close behind him. He beard her give the tiniest Httle oateh at her breath, She said, “Shall I write to you, Marke? He turned towards her. She was smiling a@ tho it was a chaffing re Her shield! And he answered her from behind Tm bad g I : uh i i otis 3 5 8 5 § ; F TheU H share eee i aif ; : ; PTPRUEN que i Hg ver and things like that, and she has her sewing. She has upset the juite enough with her leg | reading magazines.” And | : >| from the poignancy of that phrase, }none tn thought of Mabel. She was SATURDAY, APRIL 8, 1922. YY in which discussions between them were suddenly lifted by Mabel on to unsuspected grievances against him, Sabre suddenly found himself con. fronted with, “You know how she hurt her knee, I suppose? He knew the tone, “No, My fault, was nr “You. As It happens, tt wae your fault—to do with you.” “Good lord! However did I man- age to hurt Low Jinks’ knee’ “She did it bringing in your br cycle.” He thought, “Now what on earth is this leading up to?" During the Weeks of his separation from Mabel, thinking often of Nona, he had caused himself to think from her to Mabel, Tile reasoning and reason. able habit of mind had made him, finding extraordinary rest in thought of Nona, accuse himself for finding hie wife: be never could get away He set himeelf, on their reunion, al ways to remember the advantage he had over her: that he could reason “Well, 1 like it a jolly sight better than fugging up in those carriages with all that gassing crowd of Gar. den Home fussers.” “That's just itt Mabel maid. And/ he thought, “Ahm WN ‘EM OFF THEY DIDN'T for me, the way you go on. many, many friends up at Garden Home, Do you suppose it doesn't seem funny to them that y husband ts never to be seen, never comes near the place, never mects their husbands? Of course they must think jt funny. I know I feel it very awkward.” Me thought, “Girting! Sneering! Can't I get out of this? Then he thought, “Dash it, man, {t's only Just her way. What is there In itt” He said, “Yes, but look here, Mabel, We started at my riding home in the dark—or rather at old Low Jinks’ muffin knee. Let's work out the trouble about that.” “That's what I'm talking about, T think {t's extraordinary of you to go riding by yourself all thru the win- ter just to avoid people I'd Ike you to be friendly with. I ask you not to and you call it ‘fugging up in ruil | ROBINGON CRUSOE HIS MAN FRIDAY DIDN'T WEAR ROLLER SKATES = HOW COULD HE MAKE FOOTPRINTS THEN? “TAKE WAVE ANY ROLLER SKATES “THEN ‘CAUSE “TH! CANNIBULLS WENT BAREFOOTED ! | } “That's just it. And of course you | way carriages with them.” That was) laugh, Why you can't be friendly | with people like other men, I never | can imagine, There're heaps of the| nicest people up at the Garden Home, | but from the first you've set your | self against them. Why you never like to make friends like other; He did not answer. “If you ask me, it's because you don't think they're good enough for you.” He thought, “That's to rouse me. Tm dashed if I'm going to be roused.” He tried tn his mind for some mat- ter that would change the subject. Extraordinary how hard it was to find a new tople when some other infernal thing hung in the air, And then she began: She resumed precisely at the potnt where she had left off. She eaid, actually repeating her last words, “Yes, if you ask me, it's because you don't think they're good enough for you. As it happens, there're all sorts of particularty nice | here, suerested you might ride tn! the elewant expression you used." “Blegant.” That was the word No. na had «aid #he was going to have for her own. Me sald, “Well, teten, Mabel, Tl explain, This ts me explaining, Be hind this fork. I see what you mean. Perfectly well, I'm sorry, I'm ab solutely rotten at meeting new peo- pin I always have been. IT neem to have any conversation. They always think I'm just « fool—whieh, as a matter of fact, I always feel in a crowd. But apart from that. You've no idea how much I enjoy the bike ride. I woulin't give it up for anything. I've tried to explain to you sometimes. It geta me away from things, and I tke getting away from things. I feel-it’s hard to ex plain a stupid thing like thie—tI fee! aa if I were lifted out of things and able to took at thin from a sort of other-world point of view. It's jolly. Dont you remember I sug: gested to you, oh, years ago, when wo were firest—when we first came never | THE SEATTLE BY AHERN fl THE OLD HOME TOWN AW, ALVIN © EVEN IF YOU ARE ON A CLIFF, WATT TILL I COME “THEN You CAN‘T SEE ME « I'M HIDING BEHIND A PALM TREE = Y'HAVE'TA DOWN BY TH’ OCEAN AN! MAKE “TH' FooT- PRINTS IN TH’ SAND = ‘em “MERE S $20 DUE WN, WWSTALLMENTS ON ‘CLIFF’ ROBINSON \S PERCHED ON AND TTL. BE SOME WASH }] DAY For 'FRIDAY To Gi “MAT STOVE POLISH THRILLING PAINTERS FINISHED FLOOR, “THE WAITING ROOM SATURDAY AFTERNOON] | THEY FOUND THEYD HAVE To OLIVIA, HOW DOES THIS DRESS STRIKE You? HAS IT GOT STYLE OR ANY GLASS TOIT? GO OVER IT AGAIN- IF You SAW “THIS HAT IN A SHOP WINDOW WOULD IT APPEAL ‘TO YOU AS STUNNING OR NOT ? (THINK TS A PEACH, HELEN! | CALLED ON HER TODAY AND | SAT THERE FoR ) men up there, only you never take! part of the way with me of @ morn: | the trouble to know them. And elev: er—the only thing you pretend to judge by: tho what you can find! clover in Mr. Fargus or those Perches | goodnés only knows. There're oo sorts of Societies and Circles and) Meetings up there that I should have | thought were just what would have | attracted you. But, no. You prefer that pottering Mr. Fargus with his childish riddles and even that young Perch without spirit enough to go half a yard without that everiasting ola mother of his—" It was longer and flercer than he had expected. He imtercepted. “I | this, exactly?” “The point ts that tt makes ft rath. | | return? anf told you the idea of the TYou didn’t quite understand ing, thing it" She pushed back her chair. “T don't understand {t now,” she sald. Hin eyes had been shining as they shone when he was Interested or eager. He threw himself back in his neat. “Oh, welll CHAPTER VI 1 A Graper occupied the premises op ponite Fortune, Bat and Sabre’s. On | the following afternoon, Just before | five o'clock, Sabre maw Nona alight on a chair all day without | way, Mabel, what's the point of all trom her car and qo into the draper’s. | He put on Bis hat and coat and de seended into the street As he crosaed the read she came out. “Hullo, Marko!" “Hullo, Well, there's evidently one woman in the world who can get out of a draper’s in under an hour, You haven't been in @ minute.” “Did you see me go in? AB 6 matter of fact I Widn't want any thing. As a matter of fact, I was | making up my mind—" “Whether to come tn and see me?” She nodded. “What about having some tea somewhere?” “I think thats 9 good idea.” He suggested the Cloister Tea Rooms, She spoke to the chauffeur and accompanied him, u Nona began some account of her summer visitations, Sabre spoke 4 little of local business: had she seen the new railway? Had she been round the Garden Home since her Put the subjecta were but skirmishes thrown out before dense armies of thoughts that Massed be- hind; met, and trified, and rode away. When pretense of dragging out the meal could no longer be main tained, Nona looked at her watch. “Well, I must be getting back. We haven't had a particularly enormous It all happened just as the red- wonder if we're allowed to ent any?” | tea, but the chauffeur’a had none.” feather ; » had written. When vg “1 think we should be glad if we Sprinkle Biow, the Weatherman,|can get over it,” said Nancy. “If sent a hard rain, the Kiderdown| we don’t hurry up and stop having Mountain began to flatten at ones. | troubh Hoon it was, indeed, an Mr. Sprinkle. | we're Blow had said it would be, as fat} asa banana fritter. Nancy and Nick | . Princess Therma will think not coming and she'li marry somebody else.” | “I wonder what the message in| Sabre said, “Yon, let's get out of this.” It was aw tho the thing had been a strain Hoe put her into the car. She was “oO very, quiet. He said, half a mind to drive up with I'd like a ride, and a walk back.” She sald the car could run him very pulled on their goloshes, which they|the record has to tell,” remarked | ~ had found beside a bush when they went back, and walked across the mountain as easily as you can cross the street. But the minute they had reached the other side, the rain stopped, the wun came out, and those feathers puffed up until the mountain with its blue plush cover, was as high as ever. “That's four of them,” s'4 Nick with @ sigh of relief. “Only three more mountains to cross. what's the next one?’ “There it is,” pointed Nancy. “You can tell to look at it what it's made of. It's the Chocolate Mountain.” “Mm! Yuml" laughed Nick. “I Let's see) | Nick, looking down at it curtously “Lt wonder whether it's King Indig| of the Diddyevers or King Verdo of | the Korsknotts that Longhead says is the handsomer and whom she moet marry.” Off in her Palace of Mirrors the Princess Therma was regarding them sadly. It didn’t matter to her what the record sald. She hated blue hair and she loathed green beards, and these two kings haa| both. Up started Nancy and Nick over| Polly stood at the window for com-| miserably alone the Chocolate Mountain, The thou- | wand years were nearly up. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) | Polly and Pawl—and Paris By Zee Beckley (Copyright, 1921, by The Seattle Mar) back, or take him straight over to Penny Green. “Yes, come along up, Marko. They have rather fun in the billiard room after tea” He got in and she shared with him the heavy fur rug. “Not that I want fun In the billiard room,” he eaid. Sho asked him lightly, “Pray what can we provide for you, then?” “I just want to drive up with you.” m It wie only three miles to North- repps. It seemed to Sabre an in oredibly short time before a turn in| the road fronted them with the park gates, And they had not spoken a| Me said, “By Jove, this car vels! I'll get down at the gates, na. I'm not coming in, I want the walk back.” She made no attempt to dimruade him. She leaned forward and called to the chauffeur; but as the car be gan to slow down, she gave a little catch of emotion and sald, “Well, we have had a chatty drive, You'd bet- ter change your mind and come along up, Marko.” He disengaged the rug from abort him. “No, I think I'll get out here.” He turned towards her. Nona. Get out here and walk up.” He echoed the little sound of feeling she had given, pretended laughter. “It will do you good after that enor. mous tea.” She said something about the tea being too enormous for exertion. ‘The car drew up. He got out and turned to her. “Look here, Piense do." He saw the color fade away upon her face. “What for?” “To talk.” It wae all he could say. She put away the rug and gave him her hand. Warm, and she eald, “How dreadfully cold your hand ist! Go on and get your tea, Jeffries. I'm going to walk up.” The man touched his cap, car slid away and left them, (Continued Monday) word! ‘The CHAPTER LVII—PAUL COMES HOME The conclerge’s homely visit was Norma! cheering, but when she had gone the pany, looking out into the courtyard that never failed to afford some in- teresting picture... . A knock at the door startied her. | litt flat seemed unbearably lonely. | almost burst into tears. | "Oh, I am #o glad, dear’ Polly “I was so “Why, kid, you look like a funeral —what's troubling you? Ul wager my new hat with the varnished cher- “Look here, | | } | ‘ar * * TT Page MORE STORIES ABOUT LIBBY "Way tack in your story book— ff you have kept all the pages— you will find on Page 84 the first story about Libby. That's the one she told David and Peggy at their first pioneer meeting. You know, about the ttme she killed « bear; then about a bun- dred pages farther on there are some more about Libby almost drowned tm her litth boat, and Libby having a pet deer, and then gome about Libby and the twins. Peggy says sho thinks these are the only pioneer twins there were tf. the Puget Sound country— anyway, she's never met any more. And they were such dear nttle twins! Jolly little girls who came out to the great firtree country with only father and Aunt Sadie, leaving mother and little brother and the baby at home, till the baby would be big enough to coma, and the home would be ready for mother, * a. OD Pe nd * Qrattle * * od 645 And almost before they hed fin- ished what Peggy calls the “polite- nesses” David was asking ques tons, “You know about that wid pix, Mrs. Herritt,” he began, “Well, you only told us a little weeny bit about it. Will you tell that one all over; how big he was and everything, and what you all said and—and—and everything? Will yout Mrs. Herritt (who teed to be fit- te Libby Calhoun) smiled at his hurry and said: “That pig story ts a good one, David; it was a very exciting one to live thru. “You see, when the first eettlers got pigs in this country there were not many real fences, and the pig» would get out and lose themselves in the woods. “And the forest was so big and dense that quite a lot of them never found their way home “So, by and by, they started pig families in the forest, and all the litte baby pies grew up like any other forest creatures and then their babies grew up, and they You remember them all, of course. So you know how Peggy | danced and how David's eyes | shone when daddy told them he| was going to take them up to/ Everett to see Libby again, and| get the other stories she had Promised them so long ago. eee kept getting more and more wild till they were as dangerous, al- most, as wolves, “Great, longiegeed, gaunt, long-«nouted beasts, they were, not a bit like any plgs you ever raw.” (To Be Continued) FEE it game all right! ray and I—~went to the markets and | ing for days yet. prowled about all the whole blessed | with Mme. Dubois to forward mail night. was Violet, waiting to pounce. Norma—she won This We—Monsteur Bar- “Oh, but It was full morning when we alized it and came home—and there | Oh, was awful—her insinuations and and everything-—* “Vi's a pig, in some ways, Don’t| Forest of Vontainebleu, beloved of | friend to the country, ries that Miss Violet Rand is gnaw- [let her get on your nerves. Listen, |artists, Sunshine, rest, good food} Disappointed and wet blanketed, he tag her admirable fingernails amd doar, I've got to go out to Fontaine- realizing she isn’t the only ane that| bleu for a week, to paint. Why on can play her game.” earth don’t you pack your carpetbag and come along? “I'd love to, dear, Paul's net com: I'll leave word and messages.” eee Norma and Polly stopped at an inn on the one street of Barbizen, the quaint village upon the skirts of the and Norma's - cheerful company soothed Polly into peace if not for getfulness, went down to his office, Among hig accumulated mail was a note, violet scented, in a fashionable hand. She was unconscious of the fact] “If you have a moment, dear that Paul, finishing his work, had friend,” wrote Violet, “do drup into come home a day earlier than he ex-/my shack for a cup of tea and @ pected. To be sure he wired, but the |chat-fest! I've lots to tell you—and message was forwarded by inail. He|I promise to be interesting, despite had burst merrily into the fat, vis-| your prudish resolutions to flout and joning his delighted wife waiting to | neglect me!” greet him—only to be met by vacant| Alone and having nothing better rooms, and the concierge’s explana-|to do, Paul straightened his desk, tion that madame had gone w'th her} called a taxi and drove to Violet's house, (To Be Continued