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seine wae ARTHUR Copyrights 1998, by (Continued From Page 1) @hore, up toward Crane's neck, It} Was beautiful, Just aa it touched | the cove, 1 made out three figures.) It seemed as if they started down | the shore just as the light hit ‘em.) The light traveled on, then turned back over the country and whoever} was flashing it swung it about as far as he could in an are, Then it went out. “Five minutes later—just about tho time it would have taken to come down the beach from the cove and climb the steps up the bluff, this robbery took place, Oh, it was & signal, all right.” "What the fellow in the Glenn Buckley, you think?” “Looked like him, sir.” “Who was the girl? “I can't say, sir.” “That will da, John,” motioned Mrs. Walden. | There was something in her tone that checked Garrick from insisting ‘on the pursuit of the identity of the mystery girl. McKay touched his hat and re a. ear quicker than he/| Garrick turned keenly toward Mrs. Walden, “What does Ruth say? Who | was up there? Was she in the tower? Mrs. Walden looked away and) Murmured, “Ruth refuses to say anything.” “Was it Glenn tn the tower? Nita was getting more nervous by the second. “She won't say,” she re- plied in a hoarse whisper. | “Hm,” considered Garrick. “It omes down to whether it is another crime in the wave of crime that has been hitting country places this eum- mer—or is it a job pulled off with the assistance of someone at the dance!” “Nita Walden shook off « restraint, if had been a wrap. She had at last to the real point that} ted her to week Garrick’s counsel now stood trembling as if on Wringboard over the water. a morning,” she blurted out in tion, “a measenger boy de- livered a package to Ruth. In it ‘were her jewels that had been taken from her—the Walden pearis!” “Whew! Have any of the others Deen returned? Could it have been @ hoax?" “Nof” Nita sank back In a wicker chair, her siender shoulders con- Vulsed as she sank her head into a Uttie filmy lace handkerchief and! sobbed. “I am frantic about Ruth’ : «> Ip silence confession? tower ery ngsof poner ul TINTED TRAVELS By Hal Cochran (Copyright, 1922, by The Seattle Star) THE SEATTLE STAR reless VE N. A. Service sometimes common sense and ishness are fair equivalents right and wrong.” Guy looked up quickly, genuinely surprised at this bit of worldly wis dom. “When girls do stupid, dangerous things, trouble follows,” she per sisted, “if not at once, a bit later I'm afraid this ts a case of it. Besides + « + Ruth comes into the incor from the ten-million trust fund of her father's estate next month when she is eighteen.” “Who are in this set?" asked Gar. rick, then in a tone of gentle raillery, “Who are these dancing ment" “There's young Glenn Buckley. ‘They call him the Dsmon Lover, you know. Ho's just a amart college kid with a pile of money and a smatter- ing of information, He can take up cricket or radio or acting or rela. tivity or banking—be knows them all, Another is that Jack Curtis, over at the hotel, They call him ‘Worcestershire’—he's the sauce to anything they arrange, makes it snappy. In my bumble opinion, tho, be’s nothing more nor less than another cabaret product.” “I know him . what I call a ‘ditto boy,’ plunges In with a big splash and swims with the tide.” “Oh, why can’t Ruth accept Dick Defoe?” implored Nita. Richard Defoe was a friend of Gar rick, graduate of @ great engineering school, son of a famous engineer and already an inventor of no smean fame. Of late he had turned all his attention to a radio invention in which he seemed to have a strange aptitude. His work on wireless photo transmission, his perfection of a wireless dictograph and wireless telautograph had won him wide recognition. Just now he was at work on a radio boat, a radio auto mobile and a radio airplane ‘The mere mention of Dick consti- tuted an added reason why Garrick tool. for ’ }felt impelied\to come to the aasist- ance of Nita in distress. “Tell me something about the girls,” he suggested. “Well, there's Vira Gerard. You know her, ‘the blond vamp’ they've nicknamed her, ever since she weyt into that amateur “motion picture the girls made at the school of the Misses Place. She ‘hinks she is a new Talmadge or Pickford .. . really . . . wants to be the ‘society sirt with a career on the screen.’ “Then, there’s that Rae Larue, who hag been the guest of one or another of the girls all summer. Just between you and me and the listen- ing post, 1 think she’s an adven- turess. I've heard it whispered that whe used to be a cabaret singer or a dancer or something. With ambi- tions, Anyway, she’s been taken up by the girls of the younger set and it’s not for tha likes of us, Guy, to tell the young how it shall shoot ‘away {ts time any more.” “These dance palaces and caba- reta,” pondered Garrick, considering, “have given a new twist to crime.” “And the pace! How do they do ft +. » om their allowances? Cut them BIRD ISLAND BR Island, in the Great Salt Lake, OF V ah,35 a wet hunting laws are And birds ‘are never spot —~ wy, strict TWINS Comet-Lees, enemy of Mr. Peer-, about, the Man-in-the-Moon, was al Ways up to mischief. And no mat ter what the Twins did they never seemed able to catch him. | 1 don’t suppose Comet-lLegs was really wicked. He was jealous of the Moon-Man, that was all, and be sides he thought he could manage things much better, Mr. Peerabout was trying to please folks all he could, but Mr. Busybody Comet-Legs wasn't satisfied Comet-Legs could get around | places, too, much better than the Moon-Man. He would straddle his | shooting-star, take a good hold with his bow Jers, and off he’d go. | The night after he meddied with | the handles the Moon-Man ran the moon with, Comet-Legs went to the| Weatherman’s Star nearby. He swaggered over to the house} the Nuisance Fairies lived in (or rather where the Weatherman had them locked in) and knocked on the | door. “The key’s outside,” answered a dozen voices, “It's hanging on a nail.” Comet-Legs reached up and got it and turned the lock. Such a hullabaloo as there was then, all the Nuisance Fairies crowd ing around and saying how-do-you. do, and how-was-heanyway. There |was Jack Frost and Howly Thunder | and Jumpy Lightning and wy Dry Weather and Old Man Flood and a lot of others “Say, boys,” said Comet-Legs. “I need your help. Old Mr. Peerabout has sent a couple of children after me. They've got a shaker with magic powder and if it touches my gs they'll get straight as pokers and then S’m done for, because I can’t ride my star.” “We'll help,” they all cried. “Who are the children?” “Nancy and Nick,” sald Legs. Comet (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) OUR BOARDING HOUSE WAW~ AUNTY, ME AN! CLAUDE HOGAN WAS PLAYIN’ FIREMAN AN! tT Gor Too HOT RUNNIN! * WITH MY SHOES AN! || “Hor FoR You STOCKIN'S ON AN'T || MR. FIREMAN Took'M OFF AN’ Now/ | WHAT DID I TELL I FORGOT WHERE TL LerT mM! iV M-M« You GET RIGHT OUT AND 4 FIND THOSE NEw SIX DOLLAR SHOES [4 oR I'LL MAKE (T ZA FEET ON TH’ cuier = crit & TAKE A NICKEL'S ITS NOT THE LOSS OF JHE TICKETS THAT MAKES ME SORE AS TH’ Loss OF went THE TICKETS é we z ORY a we, sid at — > ~~ ‘— a> ey “STINGY “WIGGINS, WHO PURCHASED CHANCES! ' , ga — FREELY ON THE GRAND PRIZE HANGING ASN Has A'HoT'excuse == FOR GOING BAREFOOTED = LAMP NOW REPORTS THE TICKETS WERE STOLEN FROM HIS HOME Watch Your Step sides, I'd like nothing better than to| set some of these youngsters right. Nita Walden glowed ber thanks and waa whisked away. | Garrick took « turn or two across | DOINGS OF THE DUFFS the deserted end of the veranda. | QuT OF THE A couple of years before the war, y Garrick, Just out of college, of fine WAY ~ WE?LL HAVE family and some fortune, had de- | IT INA FEW MINUTES cided to dilettante bis way into de-| Now ! | tective life, | “There must be something new in jorder to catch criminals nowaday (he told a friend. “The old methods! are all right far as they go. But criminals are keeping up with | science.” i “But what a hobby! his friend had returned. “Never knew anyone | in our set ever to take up that!" ' “It's Just our em that needs ft most. We're at esy shaken down, blackmailed, vicemised, iinpowed on | —until we, the wise ones, are the} easiest marks of allt So, in his casual way, Garrick had | traveled to London, Paris, Berlin, | Vienta, where he had studied the amazing growth abroad of the new erifinal science. It was not merely, desultory. With his careless predi- | lection, he had absorbed nearly | everything from puch men as Grows, | Reiss, all the successors into, | rather confessor of all the troubles of the social leaders, a sort of un-| official adviser, with no profession | except having a good time and with | the Garrick fortune that w1g ample | to indulge his hobbies. | “So... here you are, Been| look i over Suffolk county for | you, Guy.” It was Dick Defoe. “Sup- | pose you've heard this new tale of | Dame Rumor—about the Radio Dance last night?” Garrick nodded but did not commit | himself, This was an ideal chance. He wanted to see how much Dick knew and whether he could add any- thing, Perhaps some fresh angle would offer a new attack on the case. Dick knew less than Mrs. Walden, but felt as much. “Guy,” be pleaded, “you must . . you must help me eave Ruth from herself . . . and her friends.” Curiously, heré was Defoe appeal ing to him to do what he had already agreed to do. Garrick was used to uch coincidences. u F miles with 22 rows of 410-foot tow: | lors radiating for a mile and a halt) from the central station, without a} doubt the largest radio plant of the | kind In the world. } “But you haven't told me yet whether you were at this radio tance Ix. aipht.” recaliad Carrick. “Of course not. You don’t think they'd invite me, do you? My tastes lare just @ trifle too quiet for that GETTNG READY To UCHT Hat, PIPE HERG, MISteER | “Well, then, tell me something | epecdy set.” a about those friends. What about the! put you do go out with Ruth a |radio kid, Glenn Buckley?” Garrick! great deal, don't you?” | | watched with concealed amusement |” w5¢ ay much as I'd Ike, But, as| Page 700 ; the. ceneyion oo eer + S08. for that dance... they didn't NOW WILL YOU BE GOOD! | “Oh, he’s like a great many people | want me there any more than they'd “Mrs, Hewitt," David said} “Wo hnd oa great deal of memory work in our schools, and | toda It ian't the scientific interest invite me to. . . " Dick cut short “could ou tel in said thet Glenn feuds, Tite tha” “nace?” . { wednees ty ey — oi yf this day that I specially remem Jentertainment value in it—in any-| Dick shrugged and was silent. [fy sere eckibol shortest. Ges but We | ber, Taylor simply answered, ‘I |thing—that appeals to hip. As a| me, mi If you want me to|| lke to hear about those boys and) forgot,’ or ‘I dunno,’ or was sikent ntific study, I suppose, motion | help you, play fair, Dick. You can't what the teachers did to ‘em, and | in answer to almost every ques- pictures were interesting to people| hold back little things—and expect tion. everything.” Hewitt thought a minute replied, “I could tell who were following what Edison and ythers were doing. But when they & source of entertainment, me to be of any help arrick was an electroscope for discovering stray | currents of facts. | | ““Phat won't do, Taylor,’ Mr. Huntress said, ‘You will have to do better than this. Go run some Mrs. before she | “Welt, then," unwillingly, “on the |] you about some of our rules, 1) of the stupidity oft. Th: bs # the way it “1 Aospri goinieon | ‘Sea Vamp.” Rene, ai] guess. “Then he appointed a girl to go be ay ae on 2, tien Ee ry that “Mr, Huntress, my favorite! after him and out they went. swig plac ike} “A houseboat—iown Dack Harbor early-day teacher, was a man| «punnini . . | | . 5 at top syed they the automobile bon twenty years | way—anchored off one of the best || from Maine, fine and strong, #0) passed the window, then—down ago. 4 ange 3 pial pr } wae ) bathing beaches to the weet between | wise and just, and had the ver-| went Taylor flat on the ground ere, fe be bes, satced- the advien acta Be ty, Ps lot of the rene est way of controlling the puplle| and nothing the girl gould do und assistance of Prof. Vario at| folks chartered it and chose that!| } ever naw. Besebbaggom nei : fons tock Ledge. Th t of t As Leet bed abr el . ¢ . would make him get up. ne ped mae aifliiandbererb ag tie red bs saiacan gy mdytige eng cag ta “I remember one big boy in our| stood over him and besged and I guess you know—that Jack Curti#.| club and yet not too far out from ra? ot agp Posnag | school named Taylor, who was the me to ‘tel te: ’ and To me, though, Ruth is the center | but that makes them practically own Slete nkcas “Sak aoautrtee? cae Menor tien ua ania ee of everything. But then, | the beach and that end of the har-| ciiine. pee Re ihoag pporons gre there's Vira Gerard . . . and that|por for their swimming races and| he @ ten te a Nas a low did it come ou! se Larue girl, Of course, Glenn has|water sports, Some of the sportier | a boy happen remember, but I remember that i whoa a} J P | poor lesson, and an uninterested, | our early schools had no jan- taken quite a fancy in this wireless craze of bis to Prof. Vario at the| Radio Central” “What about him?” reiterated Gar. older folks go with them—once in a while.” “Well... “Just this, Huntress would jtors. On the school room wall You need exercise | hung a card on which was written the names of the pupils and op- | posite each name the dates upon stupid look, Mr. say, “Too bad. and a breath of air, my child, and then smiling but firm he what of it?” | There's more deviltry | rick. cooked up on the upper deck or in 1Oh . «nothing . . « guens I'm} the antoca of the ‘hee Vamp’ than || Would send him out to run three| which that one should serve. thinking too much about Glenn!| . than will ever get into Town times around the schoolhouse. “The boys would make fires and “But that waan’t all; for fear the boy wouldn't run fast enough, he sent a girl to chase him. ell, Tayzor didn’t like it. He didn’t like to have a girl chase him. But he ought to have; thought of all that when he didn’t study his lesson. keep them going, and the girls swept and tidied and straightentd the desks and washed the win- dows, “Mrs, Olive Bowman of Puyal- lup has a ‘reward of merit’ which she received at that school for general good behavior. rete } OUR FIRST YEAR | scien SSS seers Jack, I'm getting to be just as jeal- -~ By a Bride —-—~ | \ous as any old-fashioned wife domi CHAPTER XXXIV—MARY SMITH ADVISES nated by Mrs, Grundy!" ‘Looked at so, I guess we'd better been terribly lacerated by visions of | ,evise our contract!” his game with the beautiful blonde ‘Are you never jealous, Jack?” widow; I said that I was wrong, that “I don't think so—I don’t think order, “Come back here! I was proving myself unable to live He had surmised that I was deeply |by our futurist radical rules for hurt by his visit to Mrs, Herrod; he |Mutual freedom after marriage. |imagined that I was running away| ‘You proposed it, Peggins, you \from him, and his stern tone and) know! 1 admit the theory sounds abrupt command were due to his|sane, but isn't it possible that it con. distress and nervousness, flicts with human instinets?” I confessed that my feclings had| “I wonder!" I replied. “For really, ~ ‘Topies.” Garrick turned toward the steps. | “Jump into my racer, Diek, You're | going to take me to look over this ‘Sea Vamp." (Continued Tomorrow) Anyhow, it just shows how foolish ness radiates and hits everybody: like Hertzian waves.” | The Radio Central at Rock Ledge some 10 miles east along the Sound | shore covered an area pf 10 square | | | | ‘Seems to me Jack way, “He did |man usually does when a wife sets | that nes in the/out to discipline a husband. Pes, : you might as well learn now as any ‘So Jack played the caveman," |time that you'll never get anywhere commented Jeanne. “He pursued | with a husband by disciplining him.” you—laid low your assailant—carried| “Reforming a husband seems to you back home tn truly primitive | be a good deal like reforming a crim- style! inal,” laughed Jeanne, the cynic. jation, Was jealousy unescapable for] ‘And might have been shot for his|You.can't punish humans into be- |the wife? pains!” Mary Smith, the practical,|ing good. Try kindness, Peg. Try Jack didn't care whether or not Ijreminded us, “And if he'd been|to understand Jack! This, from played love scenes with Bart*at the | killed, Peg, it would have been your| Jeanne, was sarcasm. Little Playhouse, Was he not vastly | fault.” ary of the old-time trainiig did won every |not laugh. i Jeanne meditated. “Jeanne isn’t married, you must * was Mary's decision, “A|remember, Peg. She hasn't learn there are some things about) husbands a wife never can under stand, But she can learn the best ways of getting along without unders standing. Some of the ancient ways have proved sound—the smile, good — cheer, new ideas, gay clothes. Peg, when you feel as if you would like to slap your man just take up your cook book and plan a surprise dinner for him.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Stag. i i different from most men? This was all too intimate to dis- chss with the girls, but I described to them the exciting sce: park, a Once and once only did Jack andy I discuss our first quarrel, He had} not intended to offer me by his re 80 “Then—then we won't revise it!’ Alone, I meditated upon the situ. *s ig . \ PMT Te Waly biker’ Ast /