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THE OLD HOME TOWN . | SWONED HOB WAwoLes FOR HOMa Oey Aes | OUR BOARDING HOUSE BY AHERN NO SIR GUS=- NO MORE ENTERTAINING AT LODGE SMOKERS FoR US * “THAT ONE “TONIGHT Was TH’ LAST! H' COMMITEE SAID THEY WOULD FURNISH US"TH' "MAKE-UP" AN!’ ‘THEN HANDED US A BOX OF WATER COLORS © AN! WHEN TH’ THREE PROMINENT MEMBERS CAME IN LATE, THEY HAD US DO OUR ACT ALL OVER AGAIN © ee, THA FINE CUT TOBACCO) 1] SOAPS ALL KINDS SATURDAY Ni on MONDA Yq @inter Comes (Continued From Yesterday) CHAPTER LX 1 AND ALL FOR FIFTEEN DOLLARS! © NOT A GRIN IN “TH' HALL © You'D "THINK THEY WERE SITTING IN DENTISTS’ CHAIRS © “MEY COULDN'T FOLLOW OUR LINE OF WIT” WITH & ROAD MAP © THEY MUSTA HAD CARBON IN THEIR GRIN GLANDS & WHY, 1 EVEN GANG TH’ LATEST WIT FoR 'eM AND DIDN'T GET A HAND® I'LL BET THEY WERE ALL HOLDING ON “TO THEIR: WATCHES! © THATS SOME LODGE® y yriea and had homes of their own) ‘ | that she would care to have tn the | houme with her, Relations were all | when it takes #o giant a hand) very well in their right’ piace but ie pooeet how to upturn «| sharing the house with you was not GuMiroe of World War upon the pup- | their right place, She had plenty to ay be @ its fin. | do with her war work and one thin ttle re and another: if, in the matter of o As! viating lonelte she did make any so individ: | change at all, might be to get Universal | some® sort of paid companion *; individy| had any one permanently The snow meits,| house it was mucl magined biti chagrin at the qx mn particular Instances tion beneath snow beneath it | ae it you! | ° in the| | better to he me! without participation in ft the calamity passes: the green things qgring agnin, the individual lives are bet ched more nearly to their destinations. was called up in his Derby Cae within eight weeks of his en. at the end of February, He was nearly two years in eer, but his ultimate encounter With fe awalted him, and was met, gt Penny Green, It might have been ipeshet precisely as it was reached ‘Without Agency of (he war, certainly Of the only those few events wlth y mattered which had connec with his life at home, They fm the night of the war tran as falling stare; they proved lodestars of his destiny. wy seemei nothing, yet even as y finshed and passed he occupied if with them as the falling star the attention from all the and constant. Jhey were of ‘own life: the war life was life exile, And, caught up at last in the enor machinery of the war, his feel- towards the war underwent a change. First in the training im Dorsetshire, afterwards, and more so, in the trenches tn it was only by a deliberate that he would recapture, now then, the old tremendous emo- im the thought of England chal and beset. He turned to it stimulant in moments of depres and of dismay, in hours of in- and miserable loathing of some of his early life in the and later tn hours when and bedily discomfort reached he had not believed it pos. te endure—and go on with. He d to it as stimulant and it never of ite stimulation. “I'm In it. it does this matter? This is the It's the war. Those Infernal . If these frightful. thingy being done in England! Imagine was in Englan Thank God fat. There you are! I'm abso. all right when I remember I'm here.” And enormous ex n of spirit would lift away the . remove the loathing, ban the exhaustion, diselpate the fear fear— “And thy right hand shall / thee terrible things”—— He was often than once In situations jall it was only Just Mabel's way of [never could quite make out where | that he never posted but of the ex }wome one in a dependent position. Not as your equal, upsetting thin) The whole of these considerations jWere advanced again in a better which Sabre received in July and| | Which gave him great pleasure, Ma bel had decided to get a paid com. | Panton—it was rather lonely tn some | | waye—and she had arranged to have | “that girl, Miss Bright.” Sabre, read. | ing, exclaimed aloud, “By Jove, that's | seed, I am glad.” And he thought, “Jolly little Kftie! That's splendid.” He somehow liked immensely the idea of imagining Bright Effie about the house. He thought, “I wish she [could have been in long ago, when |1 was there, It would have made |@ difference. Some one between us We used to work on oné another's [Rerves, That waa our trouble. Pretty | little Effie! How jolly tt would have j been! Like a jolly ttle sister,” He puckered his brows a little as | he read on to Mabel's further reflec |tons on the new enterprise: “Or course she's not our class but she's quite ladylike and on the whole I think It Just as well not to have a jlady, It might be very difficult sometimes to give orders to any one of one’s own standing.” He didn’t quite lke that; but after looking at things. It was the jollieet possible idea. He wrote bac the stastically about ft and always after Effle was installed inquired after her in his letters. But Mabel did not reply to these inquirtes. ™ He was writing regularly to Nona and regularly hearing from her. He she was, addressing her only to her} symbol In the Field postoffice. She | Was car driving and working very | long hours, There was one letter) istence of which he permitted him *elf to tell her. “I carry it about with me always in my pay-book. It is ad dressed to you. If ever I get outed) it will go to you. In ft I have said everything that I have never said | to you but that you know withoat my saying it. There'll be no harm in| |} Your hearing it from my own hand | 4nd being treated if Tm dead. 1 keep on adding to it. | Eve: time come back Into rest. I add a little more. It all could be which he knew he was afraid and | said in the three words we have never | fear old habit of tatrospection. away only because, with he said to one another. But ail the! words that I could ever write would | it for fear—m horrible thing| sought mastery of him and by | force of mental detachment ust be held away where it could Jooked at and known for the vile ft’ was. In such ordeals, tn never say them to you as I feel them. | There! I must say no more of it.| I ought not to have said so much.” And she wrote, “Marko, I can read your letter, every line of it. I lie jawake, Marko, and imagine it to my. he got the habit of saying | self—-word by word, line by line: and! gioom, bestrode him. THAT _ BROILED and & paragraph in it somehow | damped the tide of his spirits. | “I was very much annoyed with | Miss Bright yesterday. I bad been kept rmther late at our Red Cross} Supply Depot owing to an urgent call for accessories and when 1 came home I found that Mise Bright had actually taken what I consider the great liberty of ordering up tea with out waiting for me. 1 considered it §reat presumption on her part and told her #0, I find her taking lib erties in many ways. It's always the way with that class—once you treat them kindly they turn on you, How ever, I have, I think, made it qui clear to her that she is not here for the purpose of giving her own orders a princess.” ¥ I hope she It douded his excitement. thought was, “Damn it, fen't bullying Effie.” Me had the luck almost at once to Jump a lorry that would lift him & long bit on his road, and the driver felicitated him with envious cheer fulness on being off for “leaf.” He would have responded with immense heartiness before reading that letter With Mabel's tart sentences in his mind @ certain gloom, a rather vexed Her words pre Dimeelf between hie teeth, “Six| word by word, line by line, in the| sented her ampect and her attitude stx hours,, six days, six|same words and in the same lines, I/and her atmosphere with a reminis the, six years. Where the heil I be?” It somehow helped. -The Minutes would go, and one could that all the periods would go wonder where they would find More than that: now, caught jig the enormous machinery of the far, he never could accept it, as men seemed to accept tt, as amd natural oceupation that ht be expected to go om forever outside of which was nothing i. His life was not here; It was home. Ho got the feeling that answer ft. So when you read tt to! yourself for me, read it for yourself from me. Oh, Marko— | “That I ever shall have canse to! read it in actual fact I pray God} never to permit. But so many wom. | en are praying for so many men, | nd daily, So I am praying beyond | my heart to God. You see, then I say. ‘God keep you—in any amaze ment.’ * Iv Early in December he wrote Mabel. to} business in which he was caught was a business apart altogether p hig own individual life--a kind trance in which hls own life wae temporarily in abeyance, a kind transmigration in which he occu- | “A most extraordinary thing hae | happened. I'm coming home! I shall |be with you almost on top of this | It's too astonishing. I've suddenly | been told that I’m one of five men cent flavor that took the edge off his eagerness for home. On the road when the lorry had dropped him, on the interminable journey in the train, on the boat, the feeling remained with him. England—Engiand! merged into view across the water. and he was astonished, as his heart | that: for myself; for strength, if any-| bounded for joy at Folkestone com | thing should happen to you, to turn| ing into sight, to realize from w depression of mind it bounded away He was ashamed of himself and per. turbed with himself that he had not relished the journey: the journey that was the most glorious thing in the dreams of every man tn Fre He thought, “Well, what am I com ing home to? 4 DOINGS OF THE DUF. A NEW DRIVER ANDA DOZEN BALLS~ M ALL SET - YoU OUGHT TO SEE MY SWING - [VE GOT AN ENTIRLEY NEW STANCE - LET ME SHOW You How 1 STAND Now The train went speeding thru the English ficids—dear, familiar, Eng lish lands, sodden and bare and un te “THE PROFESSIONAL PRIDE OF DUGAN & DIXON GETS A JOLT =—=° ag FS LOOK HERE, THIS Loom NOW - SEE HOW | mm THE GRIP I'M USING HOLD My THUMBS? } SORRY, HARRY, LATE NOW- SEE You AGAIN! Bd another and a very strange/|in the battalion who have been se |epeakably exquisite to him in their tity: from whose most strange | lected to go home to an Officer Ca | necembermood. He gazed upon onality, often so amazingly Oceu- | dat battalion for «a commission. | he looked wonderfingly upon the | Don’t jump to the conclusion that ity that was bis own, watting/I'm the Pride of the Regiment or return. And it was when, in/anything lke that. It’s simply due} ht or fleeting action, he came|to two things: one that this i# not! touch with that old, waiting iden- | the kind of battalion with many men | that there happened the things | who would think of taking commis | seemed transient as falling stars sions; the other that both my pla-| moved into his horoscope as|toon officer and the captain of my and remained. company happen to be Old Tidburians | " and, as I've told you, have often} first went to France, in one of been rather decent to me. So when long string of Service battalions this chance came along the rest was had sprung out of the Pinks, in|easy. I know you'll be glad. You've | June following his enlistment.) never liked the idea of my being in i had not wished to make any | the ranks. But it's rather wonderful, i in her manner of life while | isn't it? I hope to be home on the| ‘Was still in England tn training | third and I go to the Cadet battalion, | she did not wish to when, at/at Cambridge, on the fifth.” three days on hie draft leav: Two Gays later he started, very / discussed {t with her. She much | high of spirit, for England, As he lerred, she said, to go on living| was leaving the village where the! her own home. She was alto-| battalion waa resting—his immediate against any idea of going to| program the adventure of “lorry with her father at Tidborough, | jumping” to the railhead—the mail| there was no cousin “or anybody| came in and brought him a letter | that” (her two sisters were mar-| from Mabel | It had croseed his own | ADVENTURES =a OF THE TWINS [EY VALLEY OF VOICES Text valley that the Twins, appeared. Old Halloo Hallo lived in to on thelr way to the King-|# Vine-covered hut in the middle of | the valley, but as he was miles off, | the Twins couldn't see him, of| ley of Voices, |course. He could throw his voice as Everything looked all right—in-|\far as he wished, and in any direc it was a lovely piace, but the | tion he wished, and imitate anything @ tol them that Haltoo Hallo; he wished, which was likely to mix| there, and that as he was an-| you up, Well, the Twins sat and sat other of Twelve Toes, the and as they didn’t see anything and cerer, It was more than likely he| nothing more happened, they got up. uid cause them trouble. 7 “T'll fy ahead,” said the dove, 4 sit on the top branen of the tree in the other side of the y. Watch where I go and fol- “no matter what happens.”” But no sooner had the dove din red than a voice right beside | mM shouted fiercely, “Sit down.” Nancy and Nick were so surprised t did as they were told. mn they popped on a fallen log looked around wonderingly to “It must be a joke,” said Who had spoken. But not @ soul|“Come on, We've wasted enough | ~ |tima. We must follow the dove and get out of this place.” But another voice called out, “Go| back! Oh, go tack! If you value | your lives, go back!” Back they started, running hard Buddenly Nick stopped. “Oid F | Hallo ts fooling ua,” he said. “We'd better stuff our ears and follow the! dove. There he ts in that t | Boon they were out of th of Voices (To Be Continued) of the Korsknotts was called the | cousin “ didn't ‘We must have made Whoever was talking us.” mean i near the bushes beside ed out, “Help! Help? Something's. In trouble,” Nick. “Wo'lt have to find it.’ fo they looked and looked anid |they looked, but nothing could they woe the path maid ge | ney } if | CANDIED LAXATIVE ] FOR CHILOREM OR ADULTS. 25 50 THE Opeatest Actes mi Tt WORT Wiecer tHe Liven ano eoweLs OPOENLY 43 ALL GoOD uKUGGINTS ‘alley | | | them. We'll have to hurry,” said Nancy. | But suddenly a little, weak voice! | wife's disappear them, flooding sll his heart out to Ho thought, "Why should there be anything to make me feel depressed? Why should things be the same as they used to be? But dash that letter... . Dash It, T hope she's not been bullying that girl.” v He made rather a boisterous entry | arriv:| into the house on his arrival, ing in the morning before breakfast He entered the hall Just after eight o'clock and announced himself with & loud. “Hullo, everybody!” andi ang they exchanged their greetings |thumped the butt of his rifle on the | h4 ), | floor, An enormous crash in the kitchen and a shriek of “It's the m | ter! heralded the tumultous dis. charge upon him of High Jinks and Low Jinks. Effie appeared from the dining room. He was surrounded and enthustastically shaking hands “Hullo, you Jinkses! Isn't this rip. ping? By Jove, High—and Low it's famous to #ee you again. Hullo, Effie! Just fancy you being here! How jolly fine, eh? High Jinks, I want the most enormous breakfant ve ever cooked. Got any kippers? ‘s the stuff to the troops Not down yet? I'll Jinks—Low Jioks, you're not crying! nice to see you again; Low. the old bike? Look here, want the most boiling bath. He broke off. “Hullo, Mi Hullo! Did you get my letter? go up. Low I'm dashed if Weil, it is jolly How's Low, I Im jeoming up." Mabel was in a wrapper at t head of the stairs, He ran up. simply filthy. Do you mind?” took her hand She aaid, “I never dreamed you'd be here at this hour. How are you, Mark? Yes, I got your letter, But I never expected you till this eve 1 ile mistake. | Polly and Paul | By Zoo (Copyright, 1922, CHAPTER LX Paul beat his forehead That Nancy.| Polly should not be in the flat some-| street to go anyhow! where seemed unthinkable.» Where in all Paris could she be! What mad thing had he driven her to Downstairs he plunged, frantically at the concler Hours passed, it # kind, sleop-bewildered face ap Had she ween his wife “But no, monsieur. banging "8 door her red med, before " The poor woman's syes stared, her hands lift ed in distress and helplessness, Paul went back to the moment of his ” What had It doesn't whe said matter by The j ning. jing is ready for you, Sarah, some. thing is burting in the kitchen, .1 shouldn't stand there, Rebecca, with so much to be done; and I think you've forgotten your cap. Miss | Bright—oh, she's gone.” Just the same Mabel! But he wasn't going to let her be the samo! Hoe had made up his mind to that aa he had come along with eager strides | trom the station. She turned to him went on, purwuing his resolu th Look here, I’ve got a tremen- jous fdea, When I get thru this adet business I shall have quite a bit of leave and my Sam Browne belt. I thought we'd go up to town Jand atick up at an hotel—the Ravoy or somewhere—and have no end of }a bust. Theaters and all the rest jot it, Shall we? That ch vexed manner of hers, caused ag he well knew by the up ared. “Oh, love to Now you | want a bath, don’t you? I'm annoyed there was all that disturbance just ting you. I've been uble lately" when I was me Jhaving a little tr } “Oh, well, never tmnd that now Mabel. Come and watch me strug gle out of this pack . . jas noon as ever I know for certain | when the course ends we'll write for | | rooma at the Savoy, I hear you hi to do It weeks ahead, We'll spend pots of money and have no end of & time.” | She reflected his good spirits, Rip- | ping |the bath, singing lustily one of the | songs out there: “Ho, ho, ho, it's a lovely warf* (Continued Tomorrow) . and Paris Seattle Star) XII—ATTACK far, ts It, and you wouldn't cross the ** Not even if 1 want to go? She must have gone, then, to the cabaret, to Simon's, where Barray was! It is hard to find taxtcabs at 3 In the morning Mth of July in Paris anything is po Paul at last found a chauffeur who could he bribed to go to the Butte Chau. {mont “A hundred but on the sible. france!” cried Paul, |wetting in, And the man started, | At last, Simon's. | Holding his nerves in leash with ! It’s very annoying that noth Ho splashed and wallowed in| r Johnnte could quiet his ittle ais. ter by saying, “Keep still honey! Indians get your’ but the baby was too little to understend and he seemed to think Johnnie was out on some sort of trip of his own and didn't realize how hun- gry be—the baby | ‘The day light was almost gone. ‘The children had been wandering since breakfast time, it was late in the fall (Sunday evening, October 28) and Johnnie just didn’t woe what on earth they were go tng to do. He found some roots that his mother had taught him were good to eat and they ate those, then trudged on again ‘Then, tar down the path, John saw something which made him shake with terror, | “Oh, oh, oh!" sobbed Johnate, “T must save the children! and he ran with them bushes. “Bo still, honey! he begsed “Johnnie's going out and talk to the old Injun, You be sttil as you can and maybe he won't get you." Then he ran back to the path awn. | | |] —brave little ¢-yearold hero—ana! See meneame anna ‘a mto the thick | I DRE EE nae aD Geattle _ + © 660 age | NOW WE COME TO THE GOOD INDIAN waited for the Indian to come up to him. And then—then he saw that it was not of the cruel savages who had murdered his parents, but ‘Tom, whom he had often seen at the home of Mr, Thomas. He told the terrible story to Tom, and the kind Indian shook his head sadly. “Sor” he said. “T *fraid Indians | kill, I bear gun. I ‘fraid for white friends.” ‘Then he told John to take children to his wigwam. “And, | he added, “when the moon ts high | 1 come. I take to Seattle, Safe.’ The baby and litte sieter were afraid of Tom's good squaw, but being too tired even to ery long, the three children soon slept, and night settled over the forest. At midnight, John fe! on his shoulder, and T | said, “Wake! the moon We go.” They got the sleepy, fretful babies into the canos, and Tora spread a big bearskin over them | and they slipped down the river toward Seattle. So that's the Tom, the good In- 4ian about whom David and Pegey heard in Auburn last week, And they held his old musket in their own is and opened his powder horn and Mr, Porter who owns these treasures told how he came to have them (To Be Continued) hana voice is high, | tnminatut of thelr stares, Paul combed the place with one searching look. Polly was not there. | Out he dashed to old Simon, Had there been any Americans there—an American lady—a man half French | who Simon interrupted with an affirm. ative gesture, Yoa, there had been lmuch guests, They had just gone, If he hurried, doubtless he could catch up to them. Paul sped out, down the firnt street ‘ narrow street were two flgvres, man and woman, He ran, with the light. | ness of the practiced sprinter, mak. jing practically no sound. Better | first to make sure who it was. While he ran on, another figure came suddenly fnto his viston skulking swiftly after the pair, dodge ing from doorway to doorway with notseless footsteps. Gomething nasty | was under way... , Paul was close ~|the spot, SLANT AT THAT BABY - CLASS, EW? BUT WAIT, I'VE Gor ANO BouGHT SOME NEW FISHIN’ “TACKLE ! }—< tt —o = Cmte den. = ¥ TRY THIS BOTTLE OF KETCNUF ! L USED SOMS CF IT AND tT ISN'T ove \ AND LIL DIDN'T STICK MY NOSE (INTO THE BOTTLE G se Suddenly they turned, startled at| Violet, in an agony, wrung ber the dash of steps. he fieure be- | hands— tween them and Paul teaped forward,| “Two- revolver tn hand pressed cl se w ms} Paul had found himself and waa side, moving soundlessly forward, but ter “Get your hands up, both of you!" | rified lest Violet, seeing him, would Paul heard the command in a queer | shriek and cause the man to pull the xture of Cockney and American, | trigger of bis ugly snub-nosed gun. ran instant he stopped, rooted to |. He must risk if... Like a jpanther, he gathered himself for @ Barray stood motiontess, sullenly | spring at the bandit’s back. At that staring at the footpad. instant Violet made a lightning leap “Up—up, you Idiot!” sneried the! between the robber and Barray, @ fellow, “D'ye think I'm blucfing? On| snatch at the wrist holding the pis. enough now to recognize Vivlet Rand and Barray, strolling leisurely, @b- (Copyright, 1922, oy Beattie Stary | whatl wani** * Tie place is too all lis might, Paul eutered the place, that offered, Surely, far down the! sorbed in each othone the count of three I'll shoot! One. tol—and a shot rang out, echoing “George, for God's sake—do iu" hideously In the lttle street, . “rl be" . {To Be Continued)

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