The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 9, 1922, Page 13

\ —_—_— == J t | 6) LOUIS JOSEPH VAN OT by Lowe Joogh Teme, (Continued From Our Last Issue) XXXTL Amazing to learn, upon authority as sound as that of the clock Im the hotel lobby, that the age of the eve ning Was still somewhat short of nine . . . preposterous to credit that lapse of time so little could have wrought the transformation of life's kindly countenance at close of day to its present cast, so Dieak, for bidding, and tmplacable . . . Lucinda slipped Into her sitting room, turned the key, found the ewitchbox near the door, and in an abrupt blaze of ilummation, stood, startled beyond speech, face to face with Nelly Marquis, One of Nelly’s hands was planted Mat against the wall; the other, a degrimed fist, was fumbling at her mouth. Those eyes whose haunted beauty had first laid claim to one’s humanity were now black pools of pathos in a face whose chalkiness was runneled by tears. Lucinda started back to the door but the woman plunged down to Srovel at her feet, “Ob, Mrs. Druce! now, Iam, I swear I am! Forgive me, and for God's sake don’t turn me out, don’t call the police! Did I hurt him bad?" “Desperately,” Lucinda replied. “Whether he'll five or not we don't know yet.” “You left him that way! ©, my Ggar Are you reproaching me™ Lu. ¢einda retorted in amazement—“as if it had been I who shot your hus band” “My husband? Nelly = shrilied. “It's yours I'm talking about, it's Mr. Druce. It's not knowing how bad I hurt him that’s driving me crazy ...1 didnt hardly know who he was while we were fighting . -" She drove her knckies against her mouth. “Lynn got what was coming to him. Lynn never treated any wom an so mean, and I guess it was right his punishment should come from me. I ain't a bit sorry, I hope he dies . . . Do you—do you think he wittt™ To the implicit hope that gave vaunted umpenitence the lie, Lucinda returned, in a low tone and against ber wish, the one word, “Probably =. “I don't care,” Nelly walled. “It ‘was Mr. Druce I came here to find out about. Please tell me how bad he’s hurt?” “Not much—a flesh wound in the arm—" “Thank God ft wasn't worse. I'd 3 Tm at right! @eeFor You to Color : TINTED TRAVELS By Hal Cochran (Copyright, 1922, by The Seattle Star) never bave forgiven myself, never | “Are you tn love with him, then? Lucinda demanded inexorably, “Is Bel in love with you?” With @ hysterical note tn the laugh that scorned this notion, “No, mo,” Nelly cried. “He isn't that sort. I don't know what the trouble was between you two, but ft waan't another woman, Mr. Druce never as much as held my hand.” Lucinda stood pitiful, contemplat- ing the creature who huddled im the chair, shivering, whimpering a little, gnawing her knckles, with the dazed eyes of an animal hunted to its Inst gasp. A murderess by mn tention, whom the word of any mo. ment might prove a murderess in fact. . Incomprehensibie the alchemy of the buman heart! Lucinda was mak ing up her mind to help a sinner cir cumvent the justice of the social The telephone sounded a peremp tory call, Lucinda, answering, heard the volce of her chauffeur. When Lucinda hung up she found Nelly slowed round in the chair |“Phat was tnepiration. [I've an ranged to let you steal my car. You ean leave it wherever you think it safe to get aboard a train. You can drive, of course?’ Nelly nodded. “And you strong enough to @rive the car yourself?" Lucinda mis doubted for perhaps the hundredth time the for the first openty. The woman on the bed gave her band a small jerk of petulance. “Don't worry,” she insisted. “I'll be af right. I can drive any make of car there in.” “Where will you go? “North, by the Coastal highway. I might go right through to Frisco. What time is it now? I suppose you wouldn't want to call up Lynn's house and ask . “I'd rather not.* “I guess it's all over with Lynn now, as far as you're concerned, isn't it?” “Yea.” Lucinda said with the slow. Rese that spells restraint—“as far as I'm concerned, it's all over.” “I'm awfully sorry.” the girl as serted, her voice in turn carrying the color of complacency——“I mean, sorry for you. You must've been awfully stuck on Lynn.” “Yes . . .” To offset a choke In her yoice Lucinda added with a hard laugh: “Awfully™ The house telephone came to Lo cinda's rescue: Mr. Druce was call- ing. Lucinda promised Nelty to get rid of Bel as soon as she could, and in e e e e ° e e e e Famous Garden of the Gods, A Rocky Is filled with Mountain $i t, Sque Masses Of Sandstone, red and white. ADVENTURES OF ee Einaks Satan ES HA! COMET-LEGS AND CHRIS CROW HATCH A PLOT Nancy and Nick were doing an er- rand for Mr. Peerabout, the Man in- the Moon. Mr. Peerabout mid something was wrong because on some nights when he had a fine, clear, bright moon for folks, the very next day he'd get complaints about it being pale ‘n’ Your face, does it wear the con- tented expression of good health, or are the features drawn and pallid? In the latter case, your story is read by all who see you, and what wom an of spirit wants to be pitied for her physical condition? There is a tired lines way to get the nervous, out of your face and the slump out of your body, The use of that standard remedy, Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Compound, will strengthen the nerves the system to resist that fatigue —Advertisement THE _NEW, CANDIED LAXATIVE FOR CHILOREM OR ADULTS! — "THE GOPATEST ACTEOS mn THE WORLD” ‘To KEEP_THE LIVER AND BOWELS ORDERLY 4T ALL GOOD DBUGGIWIS 26) NOVIIS Sou and tone up| exceasive | misty ‘n’ cloudy ‘n’ things like that. So the Twins were watching. The sun went to bed and all at once there was the old moon over the treetops. It had been there all along, only {t seemed to get bright just in a minute. “The moon looks all right now,” said Nick, “Mr, Peerabout said he would make it look like a dollar to. night. Only it looks more like # hundred dollars, it's so big.” “Big called down a cross voice out of the old hickory tree. “Big! fk should say it is. But just you wait, it'll get fixed or my name isn't is Crow.” Who'll fix it?’ asked Nick, how?" “Oh, I gotta friend,” boasted Chri “You see I got tired of that old moon | nebbing about. “and “Old Mr. Peerabout’s got the idea | j that folks want a moon all the time, and he’s everlastingly bringing the thing around when it's not nted, ‘Here it ts—a week past corn planting and the grains are just sprouted enough to be delicious. But ll can't eve look at the corn Old Scare-Crow would me me “But I gotta friend,” he went on “It's Comet-Legn! He doesn’t like Peerabout. He'll blow the moon out for me.” “Ah, ha? nodded Nancy wisely. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) THE I'M RUNNING A RISK WITH THIS MUG-BOX BY TAKING A SNAP OF YOUR MAPS, BUT IT Jes’ WANT ‘To FIND out IF ITS SHAPE FOR “TH’ SUMMER», ALL SET Now = WOLD YouR cHiNs! GIVE “TW' OL’ RELIC A THRILL FOR ONCE WHA LOOKING FACES « WHAT DO You USE wWTHAT OU MAP return exacted the girl's promise to| Test. Then Lucinda shut herself | out into the sitting room. | Bel's light motorcoat hung from his shoulders, with empty sleeves, | thus disguising that his right arm was in a sling. His features were drawn and gray, but his eyes keen, steady and (Lucinda made sure, look ing sharply) wholly unsentimental, | “You look fearfully tired, Bel, | Won't you sit down?’ } Irony tinged his flying smile, “No, thanks. I promised, so here I am.” “Well Lie “He's got one chance tn a thou sand to pull thru. Say what you like, about that young woman—ehe can! shoot.” Grim watchfulness was rewarded | by her slight start. “Nothing to say? Bellamy de manded in pitiless humor. “Thank you for letting me know.” “You didn't know Summerlag was married— “If another man dared ask me! You've LOST Every NimeE~ [that question, I think even you would resent it.” | “Perhaps. He delayed at the door “That girl. . . she got away. Not a trace . . “Are they—te anybody looking—?* | “The police have got the job in| hand. They didn't fancy my story | at all, at firet. They didn’t pat it) beyand me to shoot myself in the | right arm to divert suspicion Only | one thing aaved me: Nelly'é thought fully lost her handbag outaide the window, with an extra clip of cart ridges in it.” “She must bave meant to make sure.” “Ob, she'd had f tn mind for a long time, She let a hint fall the ther night. Tonight one of the) bellhops told me he'd seen her board- |ing a trolley for Beverly Hills . . . | Wel: I broke all records, getting out to Summerlad’s. | PS Bel's words trafied off tnto a | mumble. i | “We've telegraphed Summertad's | people in Terre Haute, The family name ts Slade. We thought he ought to have them with him. . .”| “But Bel “ Bellamy reclosed the door. “About that poor gtri He looked startled, “That sounds|many sleepless, active, anxious lke pity.” | hours more jaded than when she had “What will happen to her? |scem him last, “Nothing—if I can find her before| “You've found her, Bel? Where?” the police do.” | With a weary nod, Bel dropped You don’t mean you'd help her | toto a chair get gway, Bel?” | “She ran your car off the road at If it takes every dofar I've gotin|a turn and over a low cliff to a the world. Do you realize what it| rocky beach. ust have been killed means if she’s caught and put on | instantaneoust trial? Do you imagine it will be! Neither spoke for a time. possible then to keep your name out| Bel got up. “I'll be getting along, of it? She's bound to tell her story | to the studio first and have a word in self-defense; as she's good-looking | with Lontaine. And then I need enough to be acquitted. In six | Nolan's address.” months she'll be starring in a film| Yo you think that wise to see pretty | Nolan” “ won't permit him to spread gos. based on a re-hash of little affair.’ this “Then you will help me? I canjsip about your being with Summer count on you, Bel? lad last night.” Bellamy started exciteMy. “Mean! “Will he admit your right to die to say you know where Nelly is | “She's here, Bel. She came to me. |halfmad with anxiety on your ac | count.” “In there? Bellamy nodded to ward the bedchamber and, receiving | a nod in reply, strode quickly to the | door and threw it open. The room wan empty. XXxiil | Toward morning exhaustion | claimed Lucinda absolutely, and for some hours her slumbers were un- tate?” “1 don’t imagine tt will be news to him that you're my wife Your friend the actor seems to have been | busy crowing about his jconquest of Mrs, Bellamy Druce— jalways, of course, in strict confh dence. And Nolan was Summeriad’s bosom pal ad ‘The thrust told shrewdly, reward- ed Bel with a fugitive moment of | sardonic satinfaction. ‘Then the cour- }age with which Lucinda took pun- | tolerably | broken. But she woke up, as it/ishment exacted his admiration. were, against her will, heayy of| “But I am afraid,” she anid quiet. | heart and without sense of having|/ | rested, ‘The bedwide clock struck nine, and | Lucinda started up in a flutter, thought she would be late and #0 afford fresh reason for dissension with her director... then sank ngement, with Mr. Zinn.” back to her pillow, cringing from Yes. But that arrangement’s not memories that came trooping in the | binding till you've signed.” wake of the reminder that she was The tensing of her body betrayed jto know no more of Barry Nolan in| the temper in which Lucinda met |her life . |his suggestion, “What you really | Mo more of Nolan, no more of|mean is: Ha “On him, yesterday . . . “I didn't know you knew. Then T presume you know about my new Nelly, no more of Lynn . . no} about continuing In pictures, because more of love. . . of this dreadful accident te Lynn?” | Bel came in about ten, by that (Concluded Tomorrow) f OUR FIRST YEAR ~ By a Bride ——----—-—* CHAPTER XXXII—MY ALMOST TRAGIC MISTAKE Why I d twisted thru a ldown the street, except from plain | dozen streets I wearied of the chase As soon | I wanted my man to overtake me | 1 had been so silly, Jack was so good John |g be decent, I'd tell him so. |Cuthbert Madison was pursuing his| As I neared the park a sudden In |bride I felt decidedly better. But I|spiration animated me, There was lkept on walking, Jack on the op-|a certain lonely walk thru the deep. | posite side of the street and a little|est woods where Jack and 1 often | behind me had wandered, 1 would lure my hus- | Had I known anyone in the neigh-| band to the familiar spot, and then T |borhood 1 would have invented an| would sprprise him; I would turn excuse for a call, anything to relieve |#uddenly and then we would make the tension of Ube situation, After! up. ;——— so obstinately proceeded we had turned temper, I never shall know las I was quite sure that Mr SEATTLE STAR } SHOT OF REGULARH] q MINUTE wow LET ME og “THIS ONE ~ ITS THE LAST RACE - BUY A TICKET ON ee ¢ I changed my mind | CAMERA FIRST Saw DUTY TAKIN! A SNAP OF TH’ PILGRIMS PARKING OW | ‘a | * | | * * “Someone stepped on a twiz and we fied like hunted rabbits,” |] Mrs. Hewitt continued, “but noth: Ing happened and 1 said, ‘Come on and let's play some more.‘ “"Dast we? another child answered. “You know “bout the | eclipse! It's nearly bere now Aren't you "fraid? ‘ | “For answer I dashed out, and |] they all trouped after and once our line and} |] more we formed | once more began the game. “But it was a little cold and the moonlight had a greenish |] cast! It wasn't nearly so bright it suddenly we ali decided go in “Then the creeping shadow moving faster—covered the face of the moon. “No one whispered or gigrled now. Even the old woman who had been hysterical, grew still | “All the world seemed still. We |] waited. Minute by minute, waited |] for stealthy footfalls or hideous yell, waited for crackling flame, or musket shot, we didn’t know |] how it would come; we waited. | “The clock ticked away a long, {I jong time, the shadow slid slowly from the face of the moon. An dawn came creeping in at the cracks of the little windows. “The fateful night had passed tee r Qeattle a Page 698 DARK Or bel Cleland _+ to} other hour, and another, and grey | BY STANLEY [l) GRAND PRIZE FREE LUCKY NUMBER with EVERY POUND OF TEA 4ST PRIZE —HANGING LAMP 2 +P PRIZE —FIVE POUNDS OF SMOKING TOBACCO RC} Adel Lins WHAT (3S THE * PRICE oF THAT {2+ and no attack had been made. “Reaction came; we were all | tired, and wrought up after the The house was crowd but and things must be THE OVEN [S UP ABOVS HERE WHGRE (tS Gasy To GET AT; AND OVER HERS ON THIS BiDE'ts' A WARMING SH®LE AND RIGHT NEkT TO TH he s BROILER HERG tov Have ~- -*~ jong vigil. led and uncomfortable, we must be fed, put to rights. | “Now, this weepy old woman | had a daughter, as I told you. It so happened that she was one of the few older girls. “It was no small task to plan |the housekeeping for a mixed family like that in a three-room house. “Four fathers, four mothers and about 15 children, if 1 remem- ber correctly. “Tt was all apportioned, how ever, and it fell to the lot of the four older girls to wash the dishes. “It wasn't a matter of one day. | Nobody knew how long we should | have to live so before this Indian re should be over So one day Emily and Sany |} would wash the china and Jane }) | | IF “OU'RE ASHAMED To Tace ME HS price, SAY SOM, “Don't -TRY._ ANY oF THIS PSYCHOLOGICAL! SALESMaNSMIe On ME Ith (the weeper’s daughter) and Olive would do the pots and kettles and the next day they would reverse. “But Jane was never willing to do her share of pots and pans and thereby hangs another tale, and the when we got even with her for lot» of things.” (To Be Continued | the smvanipncslillitiinidi ci at : The steps of my pursuer lagged, finally I lost tire sound of them. | Doubtless they were deadened by the |carpet of decaying leaves. I smiled to think how obstinate my adorable husband could get when pushed too far. It was a discovery Jack was obstinate merely because he didh’t understand me, not because | Ithere was a singh: disagreeable trait about him. I could hardly wait to make up. Tt was warm after the spring rain, 1 was fagxed when I reached the fal en | | A rough voice growled close to my |hand bag. There's money in it." Jack and I often had rested in our | ear “Maybe. But they're & snappy — aged days. The log was damp,|_ “Keep still! Give me them pearls! looking job, all right. Good enough I sat down to listen for Jack's | Quick!" for me. Hand -em over, Or shalt T_ following step. I heard a twig! 1 looked up into an unshaven face, |take ‘em?’ r snap. a red, vicious face “Here’ ” from I calmly adjusted my hat, dpened | The daring of the creature made BR ert aay bie ats lasts my handbag and powdered my nose |Me furiously esnasry, At that moment the bushes behind daintily; the action was supposed to} “Take your hand away?’ I cried, |the man parted softly. indicate my complete indifference to | as I sprang to my feet and faced the 1 smiled pleasantly at the gunman, the man behind me. man, and beheld also a smal] gun |1 chattered persuasively, kept talking Another twig snapped. partially concealed m his huge|to gain time. A beavy hand clutehed my hand. Jack was not armed. The man shoulder. 1 stiffened with terror “These are cheap beads, notjhad a gun, Jack never had touched me like| pearls,” I explained. ‘They mean {To Be Continued) len tree in the secluded nook where that! something to ma, Xou can have my (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Stag 3