The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 15, 1922, Page 11

THURSDAY, JUNE 15, 1922. igs OF Wireless Sy Age Reve Copyr by M. BR AL Service HE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN | OUR BOARDING HOUS THE OLD HOME TOWN BUSTER “THis Is THE UNIFORM Tt WORE WHEN T SAILED “HE A seven SEAG* I THINK | WITH MY EXPERIENCES A AS A SKIPPER I WOULD \ 86 WELCOMED INTO |; \HE YACHT CLUB AS 7 Wa-WA= WHY, AT FATHEAD “THINKS A WALK IN CHEWING A WBRRING AN! “WEY 'LL MAKE You COMMODORE |! GRAND PRIZE FRE (Continued From Page 6) J Lucky NUMBER with violet tweed ts slick. If | stole kiss . . . would you register anger? | That's the word they use, isn’t it glances. “Forewarned, forearmed,” a | whispered Dick “Que forearms are about all we've got, too!" ' Register?” Glenn chuckled content; There was a swish of someone o iy ne they toyed with thin-etemmed | passing thelr door and along. the AN HONORARY TELL BM Nou LEFT gissses, “Tt's mighty fine of you./hatl, Dick started. Tt was Ruth sn) MEMBER! Your “SCHOONER” Vira, to notice that [ haven't been | herself! Both he and Garrick were STRANDED ON A looking quite right. I didn't think jon their feet in a moment, quietly, | you cared any more for me than | down the hall after her ant around for the rest of them. To tell the/a heavy carved newell post up the truth I am worried +» but I can’t | stairs to the second floor tell anyone.” She turned an she beard their | “T dont’ delteve it's over exams. | steps In the wide hall on the second | floor, | wm to be carrying your | * geal veeriae around in your} “And along came Ruth!" exclaimed pocket. You're not tn love, are you, | Mrrick. smiling e Glenn?" Vira gave him @ look that ‘What are you boys doing here? | would have thrilled the audience |En0°PIng again? It's 8 bad idea. | of any movie palace from coast to | SNoopers never come te any* pecd "BAR" WHEN “TH! COUNTRY WENT pry! “ end!’ She In but neither | Ee ageaga could be so obtuse as not to eee Glenn reached over, took herjtnat there was a kick In it hand, passed his foot under the table and laid it gently over her She had her hand on the knob of a door at the end of the hall, She dainty ankle. “Honest to God, Vira. | turned it, looked fa, shut the door I love you!” Then he added fervent: | again and faced them | ly, “I want to get you in my racer,| “snow us around, Ruth, I'm soon, and we'll motor out to some nice quiet spot, like Canoe Place used to be. . . and I'm going t/ was a megaphone man in a Chine tell you all about ft. Will you let/town-foradollar rubberneck bus me tell you . ~ how much I love! | or the guide in many muse yor Just what do you want to see “Dear boy, I'm just dying to fo on that ride with you.” Her eyes Were sparkling Ike dew drops on @ green leaf in the morning sun. Vira knew {t, meant them to sparkle. At @ lower level she would have rea goned, how could one get over dra- matic moments on the screen un- less one lived them? As It was she merely feit. “Make it tomorrow, Vira.” Glenn took her hands and toyed with the ring finger on the left hand. “Well, you dumbbells!" laughed Rae, suddenly poking her pretty Piquant face around the corner. erazy about this shack.” “Wel, Guy, you might think T Her tune Itself to a fine adjustment. She lightning mind seemed to aid not watt for a reply. Instead, she opened the door and admitted them into a very pink room. “Wait here a minute. Does any- body know you are here?” “No one but Georges.” She did not wait for more ex- Planation bat was out tn the hall again, closing the door softly. Garrick, running true to form, opened a cedar chest between two closet doors. He beckoned Dick. “A radio frequency amplifier! he EVER SINCE THE GRAND PRIZE HANGING LAMP CONTEST HAS BEEN ON-DAVE HUMBLE HAS HAD TO DRINK TEA FOUR TIMES A DAY. - Z the lounge, “Pink-Pinkey.... “| was just up there I gath-| er that the threat . . . or warning | A Thrill at Midnight CME, THISIS TOM DUFF TOM, THIS TELEGRAM ISN'T FOR You-IT'S Never * WHO WAS THAT AT “What are you doing, Virat Re | muttered to Dick. “All wired up.”|. . . camo over this wireless. From | - IT'S hearsii ace: Glenn? You're|He closed the chest upon thi , "ME poor, TOM? R.S. 7 A PERSON Tr SPEAKING ~ | JUST RECEIVED A MQ, |MINO.CHIER Ear'aiping to bare you, eed Gant?” | piote parepbareaiia, thought a mic-|ug: iniuds wards, 200 casee &. Th BRA: PERSON? | BLACKMAIL! I'M BLACKMAIL TELEGRAM- THEY | | A2QOPESSED To Me. \THERE IS ment, then stood up on ft, running hia finger aiong the picture mold-;you begin to get it?” .|ing that cireuited the room. He! Dick nodded, halt comprehending. Diew the dust from bis fingers and|“As they sald about little Wille, | wiped them on his handkerchief. "What next? What next” “about forty feet of wire placed Ruth opened the door quietly, mye behind the picture molding about/teriously, She seemed to be labor. the room where it's out of sight. jing under high nervous tension. + ‘The recetving outfit in a] “You mw the dance floor and oedar chest where no one can see/dining room ¢ownstaira. And you it. Homphr met Georges. I guess you can} Dick went over it, making a hasty /gues: that anything Georges has examination of his own. anything to Go with will be at least “A loop outfit of this kind gtves | aristocratic?” THEY DELIVERED IT [ SOME MiISI ‘To THE WRONG } NO, | HAVEN’ ADORESS- Cid , a Aroyo. CKGG", This is CKGG, Do WANT A HUNDRED DOLLARS AT ONCE = THEY THREATEN ME ,_1F 1 DONT SEND IT~ TTS SIGNED RS, 1 KNOW WHO IT 13! IT READS, SEND ME THAT HUNDRED DOLLARS AT ONCE ment would tf it were used with a/to go on with more personal ques good antenna. Still, during the/tions, But Garrick’s presence re- summer when there are many lght- | strained him. ning storme and static ls at tte/ Ruth beckoned them out In the .| worst, the loop is an interesting hall. It was noticeable that abe | means of receiving. To begin with,| was discrestly quiet. “Of cours, I) ‘the loop {= anfe from lightning atnce|can’t show you around up here. can be used indoors, More than! You see, these are the lodgings it doesn’t pick up static Itke/ about half a dozen m i H 4 a ify ft Bet i i E } ge z Ei i f i =g i i i H ack Raf i is of m. jo~ a oll — ~ ie- By Hal Cochran (Copyright, 1923, by The Seattle Rtar) PrrTI yy SACRAMENTO VALLEY . saNSSS PAPAS Tones is the collar } She winked and stood before a it tle iron door. “This must be what you expected. The vault. . . only this Is built out under the sidewalk. | Now... gat!” She swung the door open. It was | dark and dank inside and cobwebby |The ight from the cellar did not) shed any ray into the vault. Ruth | held the door, smiling, gently took Dick's arm-and guided him in, then Garrick. “Strike « match—if you want to see some good stuff!” Dick struck a light. But as he did so a rush of air ex finguished {t and back of them clanged the tron door. There was Jing of a bolt. | “Confound it? growled Garrick at letting himnelf be trapped. A gong began ringing, stridently, | It seemed as If the very floor on which they were was moving. There| was @ metallic noise overhead. | Garrick looked up. It seemed an if the earth was opening above them | and @ glaring light pouring In. He ran his hand up alongside and over his head. There was a heavy Grattle _ + icland—_£ ‘ar... | Ruth brought them to a Mittle tron door, * : 2, *_ D7 By Mabel C Page 703 BUTTERMILK try, and were coming out into a rolling country covered with tall, waving green grass; tt looked fine, | the cattle needed food, and tt put heart into the settlers to see #0 much of ft about. “Mrs, Comfort hummed a gay little song as sho got ready for the day’s journey, and said to her husband, “I'll just pour the sour milk into the churn and churn as we fo.” “The ery rang down the long |they followed, past = door that evi- | dently opened on the parlor floor, | then down another flight that led to | the former basement. | Luscious odord of cooking smote |the nostrils, They emerged back of |the reception hall thru which they biuffed the butler at the door. Here | was the kitchen, beautiful, a gem of a place. It did Georges cre@it. Ruth turned, opened another door and disclosed a stairway down into the cellar, in which a light was burning. She started down and the door closed behind them. “What's all this?” inquired Diok, as he reached the foot of airs and saw weights and ex- ercisers on the walls on one side, a Nothing but buttermilk to eat Buttermitk. when a fellow didn’t even like the stuff anyway. “Well” sighed David, “Weil! I had «@ lot of fun eating the green apples, and anyway, the other boys would have called me a sissy if I hadn't.” Grandmother watched him with sympathetic eyes while he sipped for two whole days! L CALLED To ‘You To store B8ECALUSS I Mw Kou HAD BROKSN SOMUCTTHING. \ THOVGHT You WCHT GD Kwow IT, Ou, Yese—. WHATS couple of punching bags, heavy/tron bow, U@haped but inverted. mata, os, an ample handball| hey were rising. The top of the at the milk, and felt Just orry | line of wagons, as they took their Sacramento Valley — court, in fact a quite complete little | 1; seamed to be parting tron doors for him as if she hadn't warned| places, ready for the start—Roll gymnasium in the cellar, with @ very good ventilating device. “Down the passageway, on either sido are showers and we're having two steam rooms put tn.” Ruth was, however, moving to- ward the front of the building. “I on either side. “Hang it!” growled Garrick. “Tho ash lrtr Up the Ittte elevator rose, the bell still ringing to warn passersby on the sidewalk, up to the street level, then stopped. out! Roll out! “Tho drivers eracked thetr long whips over the backs of the oxen, the leaders mounted thetr horses and they moved slowly forward him about the green apples. “Drink {t down, Davieman,” she encouraged, “drink {It right down, and I'll tell you a story I heard the other day about some “Round the city of that name, Has helped all California to I¥ fruit producing, fame. suppose you've been wondering,”| Rack of them was the tron gril! milk which got ftself churned tn a | #!ong the tratl, ADYV ENMTU RES she said, “where are the things you|of the Inner Circle. Dick looked at most peculiar way. “Chug-chug, chug-chug, regular usually find in a cellar.” She|the fence, then at Guy and laughed | “Do you remember the wee Iit-| @7 ® machine the churn dasher paused and opened a door tn the front, them with a twinkle added, “The heating apparatus.” There was a big, whiteashestosed low-pressure boiler and a row of ash cans. Dick’s face fet) and Ruth Iaughed foolishly. They stepped off the lift. Slowly the platform began to sink and as it did the pair of folding fron doors closed down again over the U. Just as they clanged shut there came @ volce merrily from the was working In the wee little woman's hands, “And as the work @idn't keep her mind busy, she sat dreaming of the new home to which she was going, little knowing what danger tle woman who whacked the big Indian over the head with a ham- mer? Well, this story is another one about her. “One morning, one very bright, sunny morning, when they were OF THE TWINS TWINS TAKE UP QUEST FOR LOST MAN-IN-THE-MOON Nancy and Nick had run off Lied | |. “CometLegv star,” replied Nancy. ible F the star Comet-Legs always rode.|‘We want you to keep it for us.|outright. ‘That waa a mean ona,|deptha. ans Comet-Legs was a mischievous fairy| We're going back and try to catch| Dick. Disappointed? I get you “You can’t slide down my cellar crossing the plains, they had just | !ay Just aheadt* Yo ‘who wished to be the Man-in-the- | Comet-Legs.” Well, as I was saying, the most tn-|doort* passed thru the s 3 ) of sage brush coun- 'o Be Continued) an, Moon. i just go “long,” said Mr. | terestin part of a house nowadays (Continued Ttmorrow) 9 lew He had tied his star to a corner | Sprinkle-Blow, _ —$$$___ ————______—— Cee 1 ET ees oe ood of the moon as santas yan, but the fo he helped the Twins tle their Regt: | aw oT te ae > net ede Ae all thet anay’s | ¢ anythitie & ! Not t ssiy 4 Twins came along in their magic|star safely to his chimney and then, business, now. Do you suppose your | so deep, like a lecture on br peal any tDAg trom youl Ss ae wart | Green Shoes and cut the rope and jumping on his magic umbrella | | IR FIRS [ y EAR Andy tells you everything?” know." > cx roel tea penicbhea titanate MrriggProa by get Cd boo icy) mma § ee gon somdy her rode off with it. So Comet-Legs|which he rode, he motioned the} } | 1 put the question to Jack, Just) “It certainty tan't hard te under-| there, Jack Madi mre aces Si, en he ag: Sg is! What do s By a Bride that he'd never | stand edgy mone “To one. etre couldn't escape from the moon. The Twing rode the star to Blus- | ter-Gust Land, where Mr. Sprinkle. Blow, the Weatherman, lived. Mr prinkle-Blow was a@ friend of Mr Twine to get on behind and away they whizzed. They landed on the moon went to Mr. Peerabout's house. he wasn't there! and But ‘And he wasn't in CHAPTER XXXVII—HAS WIFE RIGHT TO A SECE RET? I newer supposed I'd ever have any |am TI to do? fo, and he said thought at all about the subject, that my question amused him! “You girls! Do you waste time dis- cussing that kind of bunk that Andy Smith's stenog- rapher knows more about his bank account than his wife does! I as. serted hotly, rather hurt, I couldn't tell why. “Mary can have the Information for the asking! But she gets peeved, you say, because the stenographer is on the job first!” laughed Jack." “There's sex in business for you! other people’s affairs matter to me, Peggins? When I get home at night I want you and nobody else. The world and his wife never enter my mind, dear, unless you poke ‘em inf? Peerabout, the Man-inthe-Moon, and| ‘sis engine house! And he wasn’t] secrets from Jack. But I havet Brooding over my plight, T recalled “Why; yest Don't ment” “What {f she does? Doesn't his| You women! Now would Ma: car Jack kissed me for emphasis, bi iked Comet-Legs. enywhere, I've just drifted into the situation. | what Mary had said one day: “Not that I ever heard!” secretary or bookkeeper or some-|a ding doodle what Andy's atnin: hae he kissed ine it Door te sof | Comet-legs bothered htm as much] They called and called and called.|‘The current of events was strong| “I tell Andy everything!’ “But you men have lots of secrets | body have to bank his checks and er knew—if sho ware a man?" pep that Mrs, Tasred’ Gene ~. our J @s he bothered the Moon-Man. But no answer, Mr. Peerabout had|and too smooth to be noticed. To this complacency, Jeanne AX-| from us, ¢ ag verify the figures in his bank book?" admit she wouldn't! But it -atin into am: husband's fad han BO “Hello, there!” called out, Mr.| disappeared. 'To conceal anything I have in my |son responded sharply “Why—no! Why—y Pegeins, admit Mary wouldn't like to do|tsn't funny and you needn't laugh aes time he Dleket “i Prono puy 1 nkie- Blow when he saw Nancy (To Be Continued) mind from my dear busband ts un. “ven when you know your hus-|it's hard for a man to get at whata/the banking just for the sake of|so! I hope I'll never feel like Mary board! ® BR + Nick. “What've you got there?” (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) thinkable—but here 1 am and what | band kgs secrets from you? Aboutiwife means, sometimes, you sound] knowing what's in the book, altho abeut it, Why, Jack, I'd never cp= Mo Be Continued,