The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 16, 1922, Page 13

FRIDAY, JUN ’ oom A ne agua ARTHUR y (Continued From Page 6) even had a telephone call from her What shalt I do? or anyone else. She never, never did this before, My Ruthie—my jitue Oh, Guy, I can't stand the worry and uncer tainty of it. Help me, please.” Garrick took Nita’s arma and led her quickly back to a big seat in one end of the room, Gently he ques tioned her until he had her quieted by concentrating on her answers, There was a knock at the door rrick opened it. It was McKay. Please, sir, I was just talking to &® friend of mine, a chauffeur, who drives for some people out on the south shore, who live up the street Miss Ruth's car was wrecked out on the isiand—ran into a fence of some. thing on an approach to one of the bridges on the Motor Parkway—over the embankment—near Smithtown.” Was she hurt? Where ts she? Mrs. Walden's acute ears had caught even the modulated words. “No one knows, ma'am. There was not a trace of anyone around the car—just the machine, left there.” “Oh, Guy, this ts terrible, terrible. What shall I do? It go wild with fear if I don’t hear something soon.” What had happened? Garrick tried to be reassuring, but Nita Walden would not be reassured. “This ts another mad escapade of Ruth . . . and Vira, I suppose . . and who else? What can Ruth be thinking about?’ Garrick took down the telephone receiver and called a Bryant num ber. Dick glanced over quickly. It ‘was a number he had seen in the hallway of the Inner Circle and had made a mental note of. Evidently Garrick had done the same. “This Is Glenn Buckley's brother,” he prevaricated. “Is he there? Well, @o you know where I can call him? You think he's at the Cecil? Thank you.” Garrick turned, without betraying ‘where tt was he had called. “They're some friends of his, I thought per. haps Glenn might give us some in- formation. Suppose Nita, you have MeKay drive us over to the Cecil. It's on Park ave.” They were rounding the Grand Central and caught In traffic when Garrick suddenly beckoned over a mewsboy and bought a couple of evening papers. “Another robbery on Lond Island,” he commented, as he glance’ down from the big headline. “The Parr estate In Smithtown.” “The Parrs?’ commented Mrs. Walden. “Why, they're friends of mine. They have a beautiful place, very wealthy people, “Strange ciroumstances,” went on Yeading Garrick. “A girl and two men.” Then he checked himself. “Why that's like the affair over at Gerards’ the other night,” supplied Mrs. Walden. It was easy to see what was run- Bing thru her mind, the similarity of the affairs, the coincidence of Ruth's car on the Parkway near Smithtown, and her tnttmacy with the family. She did not aay any- but ran thru the short news feverishly without finding hing further to feed her fears. But ft was evident that she suspected the worst. Had Ruth been mixed @vcccccceecoee For You G (Copyright, 1932, by eeoccesessceeocovocosese SHEPPERD’S DELL . v 4 gald, ‘O-0-0-000! 1] rade A pointing from one to the other with| ‘Well, if Jack's here. . . then bans ver . tioned, in surprise, ‘What's the Ragged chasms dip below, tage Rae 1s, too.” |] ‘epect that's a burglar or a} UonM | | “I think I’m getting a line on! Gienn looked more troubled \] slugger or something? spars a ¢ p: | Ruth,” he sald in a tone to reassure | Garrick drew Dick over toward “So when it happened that! ‘Ohr he laughed, be apap $5 Zhe eomennemnenes:| Tic “She's a pird—bi |the news stand jus’ - z | little thing! Don't you know that he he's @ game bird—but she|the news stand just tn time to pre i le’ ak gheahnednn CET HS PHON- --AND LEFT f | flies funny vent their being seen following. r a buffalo herd, about a thousand GRAPH Do IT |_ ‘There was a pause. The concert] “so Jack Curtis has come in away at her butter-making. | 66 them, stampeded this way, and le, A PP ME ALL ALONE, Zr | number was now a solo ,"Love's Old | again yund out Dick there arose a mighty noise far off ALL ACONG Sas den com | we heard them and sighted them od Sweet Song We've just simply got to hear si " | to the West. She paid no atten-| , M =: | Neither said a word, Dick was| what is said in that Pink Room to ta seiy | 208t 88 they were coming straight ms wt eee sen| Mechanically folding up the letter, | night,” considered rick, with a tion to it, indeed she scarcely! o+ sient angles across our trail? N ONE NIGH vet ee Ge juanaherchiet to the glance at Dick as much as to ask heard It above the soft little sound | 1+ 6 hadn't had the help of the envelope, an anding bac ° " of her oF inging. ; Peerabout, the Man-in-the-,and Mr. Sprinkle-Blow could hardly | print to Guy | ‘4 face lighted up as if a sun nh ve bi 4 a ‘ , | scouts and hadn't been prepared, Me was lost. keep their feet with the jerking.| ‘They sat for a moment as the|ray arc had been switched on | wae ds alistaatn Sdeaar Beciahet they would have trampled us un- 3 and Nick hunted and hunt And everybody was it. dizzy as if words clear. tender, dlatinet, trans} 1 ty ‘wirelees dictagraph!"” he ex-| Pipette peti nial yy eethone der ike grass.’ é AI i Wes ia,” i n play nirlipeg ferred He an waves into waves of | claimed ne wagol as sway’ rom side} swell, well,’ she answered, Sprinkle-Blow, hunted and hunted The moon-cities were falling to | emotion i (Continued Tomorrow) to side, and bumping over the| “aed £1 And the dream-fairies hunted and |pleces, towers tottering and chim.| — — ——— a ' laughing, ‘I'm sorry it gave you the Sweep hunted and all the people | neys falling down and houses crum- | a rough ground in a way which! trouble, They've churned my milk in the moon-cities hunted bit A moon-quake is quite as |] made the milk almost splash) for me, See, the butter has But Mr, Peerabout was as miss-|bad as an earthquake, Even the} IRS | Y E i} over. come? * ina «s Tommy Brown's front teeth.|tops of the mountains were fall “1 just know that wicked old |ing off x. —~ By a Bride -~ ee Gi dectarea Nancy. |tooking ‘atthe ‘moon wih’ Ieee| CHAPTER XXXVIII—PLANTING AN ACORN | way, 7 knew. But Jack was not | trifling speech was the last stray a 2 | n moon with long} . fe that? collarat husband to hurl his mother’s biscuits | q mere wisp, but big enough to make: Just then they came to the house | glasses, Haven't I another shirt?” Jack one of the letters the janitor had| wpnere fen’t any shirt in that] He must have noticed his {at his wife, me decide what to do with Mr — where Mr. Peerabout kept his han-| “Mr. Peerabout’s gone plumb|called from the small dressing room| Slipped under the door of the living: |arawer, Peggins!’ came my hus-| dwindling stock and sald to himself; I wanted to explain about the | 'Tearle's better, bs dies for running the moon. crazy!’ they cried, “Just look at room. It was from dear old Mr. | . t vole that he would ge : ! ry + ; bly ‘ h y back of the in-a-dor bed. \ |ban@s patient votce, hat he would get along somehow! | laundry, to tell Jack how terribly! 1 thrust it inside my blouse, th And there was Comet-Legs pulling |that! We'll have to put him out. “Yen, dear!’ I answored absent. | °trl, | knew from the writing, It} oh, yes! There must be! Try /T had managed very badly, and Jack |sorry I felt when this unfortunate | hurried to my hus pooh < out handles end putting them hack | One minute he gives us a new, moon | . . must be about our scheme to let/againt’ had not complained, |speech floated from the dressing | “Oh, Jack! Please keep stil! Uns and then pulling them all out at/and the next minute an old one mindedly | Bonny elope, if she wanted to, but to) 1 came out of my meditation, sud-| And now he was reduced to his | room ‘i < once “Hin bet the earth pe and shoving them every way ha, ha!’ he was roaring, “I'll fe think I’m a fine ngsof e" TINTED TRAVELS By Hal Cochran pperds Della Portland landmark, Is 4 place most tourists £ ; lor rocks tower over while next it's means rain. reless rc TT me REEVE OH, MISS HERZOG=I HAVE f A GLORIOUS IDEA“ | }} SOME NIGHT WE “ wr A MUST GET MRS. up in tt? HOOPLE “TD PACK They found Glenn at the Coect! LUNCH IN BASKETS looking a bit tagged. | AND We WILL HAVE “Ruth, why, she’s all right, Mra, | Walden,” he hastened, “Yes, 1 heard | 4 PICNIC SUPPER something about an accident. Just | mn ' the steering gear went wrong, But | iS IE PARK I she was quick enough to get from under and the car took the fence in stead of up the bridge and off-—at least that's what I heard.” | They harried young Buckley with | questions, but he was guarded, He} protested that he knew nothing more, winding up again with the assurance, “She's all right, tho,” “But how do you know she's all right?” insisted Garrick “Because | was talking to Vira over the wire when I made the ap- pointment to meet her at the tea rooms of the Shamps Elysees at three and she said sho was, That's all I know." It seemed ag tho having delivered | his casurance that Ruth was safe Glenn was doing some rapid thinking on his own account. How had they | located him here at the Cecil? It was true that his family lived here | in the winter, but the more he re. volved {t in his mind, the more us. picious of Garrick he became and he began to shut up for fear of dropping another inadvertent remark like that about the Champs sees a » Nita,” insisted Garrick as they returned to her car, “don't let go yourself, Just trust me. I be- lieve that boy, even if he was tight mouthed. I can handle this thing. Don't worry. Just keep busy, See, the sun is out, now. Give her a sur prise, Take McKay; go out there; get her car towed somewhere before she does, I'll get her, safe.” Nita Walden was nearly hystert er | & table fn an angular corner, with a| mirror #0 placed that It was @ verit able periscope. | An orchestra in Newark was! broadcasting some selections as they | sat down at the table and ordered | tea and crumpeta. | It was not more than 60 seconds| after three that they saw Glenn come In, looking pale and tired, se | lect @ table at the other end of the; room and drop into a chair facing the entrance. | Ton minutes Inter Vira hustled tn, | excited and angry about something | —and worried. Glenn rose and greet: | 4 her, all animation, now that a} girl was in question. | Few things are mgre fascinating | than listening to a rgdiophone con: | cert. Someone turns the tuning handle of the receiving set. Short | and long buzzes followin: in a lazy sort of way Indic amateur telegrapher at work. ‘The tuning handle ia turned a ittle more and © peculiar moaning sound | is heard. Turned still more the sound becomes a weak voice or mu-/ sic. A final turning of the handle brings tn the radiophone loud and They sclected a tadle in an angular corner. cal, but the pressure of Garrick’s hand and his almost hypnotic eyes won her. Glenn had not been such a bad lear. ‘The tuning is edingly | guesser. It was nearly three when json sree bps. 4 Garrick and Dick eauntered into the|" It ip fascinating ordinarily, but lobby of the Champs Elysees, looked about cautiously, and proceeded to get under cover, Before the tea room on the men zanine floor hung a sign: “Radio Concerts Daily." They nosed tn, saw that the coast was clear, and selected there were four people at opposite ends of the room for whom this con. cert had no tnterent. Garrick and Dick, watching and wondering what to do, bad fallen into discussion of Ruth and Vira jand Garrick was taking a cruel de- to Color eeececccccscccccces Ment In sounding Dick. To his serious mind, Dick con-| fensed, it was just this vivacious |type of Ruth that had for him the Kreatost attraction, As he put it, an| intellectual girl would have been merely intensifying his own nature Garrick was urging him on and de livering a little ectentitic homily on | wise old nature that brought to gether the dissimilar and averaged them. There was no approval of the but- terfly and the candle in Dick, how. ! ever, and they were soon into @ dix cussion of Rae and the evident | pation ahe showed ‘The Seattle Star) Ine does not readily think of [atria sowing wild oats,” remarked Garrick. “Yet they often do. This fa one of the strange anomalies of the new freedom of women.” | Dick frowned as he thought of the glamor of the life they had seen at the Inner Circle, What the end of! it all might be, he evidently pre- ferred not to gues. At least he did |not pursue the subject. | “Do you know, I've been worry Ing a good deal about the handwrit Jing on that autographie film,” Gar rick changed the subject as he| | brought out duplicate films he had |made, “Whose is it? Do you hap pen to have any note or letter from | Ruth?” k could not avold the point-| inquiry. He pulled a little) from his pocket. Inside the| lope was a dainty handkerchief. rrick looked up with a question jing smile. Dick flushed. “A note from Ruth several weeks ago | Then he stopped. He did not need to explain inty little bit of lace. Garrick the note and laid it | down on the table beside the print By, ! Then with his pencil he began not- | A ing the formation of letters, the capi racteriatics. Ruth's, all right,” | passing both over to} | Dick and at arm's length in atlence| blank note the ¢ |he remarked “One time the moon's dry and the| got {ts corners down which | We don't know whether It was a morning when Jack had | end of town, therefore he could afford to be @ iit: | prospect” at our Man-tn-the-Mo I'll give ‘em a|to go hunting or fishing or what to|tie late in leaving home. change, I'll give ‘em 40 kinds of a/do, Yes, sir, old Peerabout's lost his| “Where ix my other shirt?" moon in one night, I will! senses,” “In the third drawer, dearest! 1 Of course, my dears, the moor (To Be Continued) answered briefly because I was Was doing awful things. Tie Twins (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) |moditating about what to do with] OUR BOARDING HOUS. SPLENDID VAND AFTER SUPPER IF \T WE CAN PLAY THE GAMES OF OUR » SIRLHOOD «= FARMER INTHE IMliss cHurcH | Buzzzezs. Then the solo started é j again “You remember," grandmother] “‘Humph! she said calmly, ‘I Garrick looked into the mirror|] ont on, “that this little woman! might as well knit—that milk will which gave him « reflection of Glenn : and Vira. They had got it, too. The|| wasn't @ bit the kind of person| churn itself at this rate. And what, or how much of that|it was all my fault! lout of the house! I knew perfectly well that Jack | sett, in my work basket 1 had jwecret had T a right to tell Jack?! 1 had not Iwen at home when the| Many a bride has committed this|was kidding me, teasing a little, It| taken pains to put it there so I'd re: If Hart eventually were to marry | laundry man rang, I hadn't been at |identical crime, none perhaps ever |was his way of saving my feelings, | memebr to turn the cuffs which were THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN THE OLD HOME TOWN E STILL LIGHT GRAND PRIZE FREE LUCKY NUMBER WITH EVERY POUND OF TEA, OKING TOSS 2 PRIZE - OF SM phe D WURGLER.WHO DELIVERS WASHINGS FOR HIS WIFE, FAILED TO CONVINCE HER THAT ANEW WASH BOARD DO MORE GOOD THAN TWO POUNDS OF TEA AND TWO CHANCES ON THE HANGING LAMP, PLANS A PARTY DOINGS OF THE DUFFS Aw Gee! IT's RAININ’ AND WE WERE GOIN’ ON A PICNIC TODAY = SOT EVERYTHING READY AND EVERY THING Ps 1 SEB THE WEATHER’ SAYS IT'S IN FOR AN ALL DAY RAIN~ OH HELEN, DID DANNY THAT’ A GO ouT? He ISN'T NICE THING BY B OSSER. —e_ EVERETT TRUE Z Bizz-2n22-22 | Suddenly — ab-b-h Buzz-72z-22-22. A shade of annoyance passed over Dick’s face as if a thread of feeling had been broken, | Bzzzzz222—dot- dash-dot-dot-dash. Dick scowled rrick tapped the table absentan with his fin eer Then suddenty each looked up and caught the eyes of the other. | “Paging Miss Ruth Walden from the Sea Vamp. Meet me in the Pink Room tonight. Jack | The dots and dashes ceased. Buzzzz « a ar. * ory ook.” * By Mabel Cleland _» EE Page 704 BUTTERMILK had meant only in To to dots and dashe terruption to most in the room. two people they were a message; two others they were a mystery A few moment's later, Glenn pald the check and the two rose to go Garrick hastily did the same. “So she took her knitting out of who ts always thinking up things afraid of. her big pocket and worked at to be H that, After a long stretch of the “I imagine if she should hear fast going and the hard bumping Mr. a strange noise In the night she) would say, ‘That's the wind,’ or| the oxen slowed down and “They will tell hh," he nodded to Dick as they went out. “She'll be ‘probably I forgot to put out the| Comfort came riding back to her, there.” cat.’ I'm quite sure she wouldn’t | calling out as he came, ‘Are you In the press in the lobby they man aged to get just back of the now| earnestly conversing couple. } all right, dear? Aren't you hurt?’ have tucked her head under the/ “Hurt? All right? she ques. til I find your shirt!" I found it, not where I had said it was, but where I had put it ny This settles it! I'll be late keep. ing my appointment!* fiat shirt! And the huge bundle of get her to elope with the man of her | aenty appalled by the knowledge that [if Jack had no clean shirt to put on| soiled linen had not even been sent | father’s choice, Bonny, would it be ntce for any. mi nome for two weeks in succession, or| paid for it with more remorse than|of making me laugh when I felt like | fringed where they fold, to know that Bart had been framed? |was it three? It was-—it was! No/I. Dear old misused hubby! His!erying, but the situation didn’t ap- (To Be Continued) Vor what is matchmaking, if not] wonder Jack was short of shirts and| mother Bad never neglected him that peal tg me as one bit funny, His! (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Stay if Maye dal ve