The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 28, 1922, Page 11

a3 Altho warned that he ts tempting death, BARRY HOUSTON attempts to croes Hazard pass, over Mt. Taluohen, of the highest mountains in Colorado, and his automobile is wrecked. His arm broken, he is ploked up by BATISTH, who takes him to the mountain home of @ girl whose iden- tity de not disciosed. Upon recovering consciousness Houston learns he has deen identified dy FRED THAYER, the man who had caused Barry to make Ma mad attempt and from whom Barry wanted to keep Als whereabouts secret, Now go on with the story, In the other room, Barry Houston, fallen immedi inte a heavy ely blinked rapidly and frowned. He! bleep.” had written Thayer nothing of -o ese I'll go tn and stay with him sort. He had— Suddenly until he wakes up. He's my boss, stared toward the ceiling tn ie | you know—since the old man died. centered thought. Some one else] We've got @ lot of important thi must have sent the information,|to discuss. So if you don't mind one Who wanted Thayer to| “Certainly not.” Jt was the girl “We'll go tn with you,” thanks, I want to seo him know that Barry was on the way, go that there would be no surprise! again. ‘No, in his coming, some one who re-/ alone.” Glixed that his mission was that of} Within the bedroont, Barry Hous investigation! ton gritted his teeth, Then, with « udden resolve, he rested his head| The names of two persons flashed across his mind, one to be dismissed / again on the pillow and closed his the other— Jeyes as the sound of steps a | proached, Closer they came to the bed, and closer, Barry could fee! that the man was bending over him, jstudying him. There came a mur }rour, almost whispered immediately, rn get back!” came vindictively. Me choked the words. A query had come from the mext room. “Was that heem talking?” “No, I don’t think so, He groans Wonder what the damn fool came every once in a while, Wait—I'll|out here about? Wonder tf he's Wook.” | wise ‘The injured man closed his eyes bs seid Quickly, as he heard the «irl ap CHAPTER IIT Proach the door, not to open them! It was with an effort that Hous until she had departed. Barry was/ ton gave no indication that he had thinking and thinking bard. A mo-| heard. Before, there had been only Ment later— suspicions, one flimsy clue leading “How's the patient?” It was a|to another, a bullding-biock process, which, in its culmination, had deter. ew voice, one whith Barry Ho ten remember@! from years agone,| mined Barry to take @ trip into the | West to see for bimself, He had be- when he, a wide-eyed boy tn his father’s care, first had viewed the) lieved that it would be a long proc: | esa, the finding of a certain tele-| intricacies of a mountain sawmill, had ‘wandered gbout the bunk, gram and the possibilities which | houses, and ridden the great, skid- ding bobsieds with the lumber Jacks in the spruce forests, on mever-forgotten trip of inspection. Tt was Thayer, the same Theye Yet Thayer had known And Thay- er must be combatted—but how? The voice went on, “Gained consciousness yer" “No.” The girl had answered. “That is—" “Of course, then, he hasn't been able to talk. Pretty eure it's Hous ton, tho. Went over and took a look at the machine. Colorado license on it, but the plates look pretty new, and there are fresh marks on the holders where others hav been taken off recen\ly, Evidently t @ Colorado tag, figuring| warded the he'd be out here for some time. | breath tn a shivering sigh. He turned him?" the man referred | the pain from his splintered arm. His ” the big voice saying, “jus’ as I go to look at My trap. Then Golemar come be side me and raise his hair along his neck and growl—rrnr-ruuff{f— lke that. I look again—it is vor al I cannot see clearly, strange that the bear or whatever | he is do not move. I say to Gole. tar, ‘We will closer go, ne c'est past A step or two—then three—but he! do not move—then pretty soon I} look again, close. Eet is a man. 1} pick heem up, like this—and I bring | Ne c'est pas, Medaine? Medaine then. Not thought. It rather Barry matched her hair and the tilt of her nose and the tone of her laugh as/| thin lips twisting into @ cynical smile | the younger man gave up the con she answered: “I would say you carried him on Vike a sack of meal, Ba'tiste. glad I happened along when I aias you might your shoulder!" A booming laugh answered and the sound of a light scuffle, a» tho the man were striving to catch the girl in his big embrace. But the )morning. Don’t you remember? cold voice of Thayer eut in “Remember what? The blank | “And he hasn't regained con-| looked still remained. Thayer moved) sciousness?” closer to the bed and bending, stared | “Not yet. That is, I think he’s | at him, recovered his senses, all right, and oF Pa) a SPRINKLE-BLOW TELLS MISDEED ‘The Twins were on their way up te the Moon when they met the ‘Weatherman, Mr. Sprinkle-Blow, rid ing to meet them on his magic um- brella. “Hellof’ called Mr. Sprinkle-Biow, “did you find t Moon-Man?” answered Nancy. GIRLS! LEMONS BLEACH SKIN WHITE Squeeze the juice of two lemons three ounces of Orchard White, which any | into a bottle containing Grug store will supply for a few cents, shake well, and you have quarter pint of harmless and de lightful lemon bleach, Massage this sweetly fragrant lotion the face, neck, arms ani hands each day, then shortly note thi beauty and whiteness of your skin Famous stage beauties use this lemon lotion to bleach and bring that soft, clear, rosy-white com Diexion, also as a freckle, sunburn, and tan bleach, because {ft doesn't irritate. Aaees peentt Stop Asthina Instantly! ASTHMADOL Asthma, Bronchitis, Hay Fever. $1.00 at all drug stores, or direct, p. p., by Joyner Drug Co., Spokane—Adver tisement that he once bad looked upon with | have thrown him over! sail ADVENTURES “And we a | Powder touched it. into jmight ensue if this bit of evidence hould turn out to be the thing he| | had suspected. He had not, however, | hoped to have from the lips of the man himself a confession that condi: | tions were not right at the lumber | mitt of which Barry Houston now | lormed the executive head; to receive | the certain statement that some- where, somehow, something was! wrong, something which was work. ing against the best interests of | himself and the stern necessities of the future, But now— ‘Thayer had turned away and evt- dently sought a chair at the other wide of the room. Barry remained perfectly still, Five minutes passed. Ten. There came no sound from) the chair; Instinctively the man or |the bed” knew that Thayer was | watching him, waiting for the first filcker of an eyelid, the first ‘evi- dence of returning consciousness. jwte minutes more and Barry re vigil, die drew his and groaned—quite naturally with ie stared ing wonderment, finally to cente?/ upon the window ahead and retain | his gaze there, oblivious of the sud- den tensity of the thin-faced Thayer. Barry Houston was playing for tim, playing © game of identities. In the same room was & man he felt sure to be an enemy, a man who had in j his care everything Barry Houstorm) | possessed in the world, every hope, jevery dream, every chance for the wiping out of a thing that had | formed a black blot in the life of \the young man for two grim years, and a man who, Barry Houston now | felt certain, had not held true to his |trust. Still steadily staring, he pre-| tended not to motice the tall, angular | form of Fred Thayer as that person | crossed the brightness of the window and turned toward the bed. And {when at last he did look up into the narrow, sunken face, it was with | ves which carried in them no light; of friendship, nor even the faintest | | air of recognition. Thayer put forth @ gnarled, frost-twisted hand. “Hello, kid,” he announced, i] his} | that in days gone by had passed as| re jan affectation, Barry looked biank- ly at him. | “Hello.” “How'd you get hurt?” “I don’t know “Old Man Renaud here says you! fell over the side of Two Mile Hill He picked you up about 6 oclock this “Why, the accident. I'm Thayer, mY | TWINS [EX | ere OF COMET-LEGS’ “Well, hop on behind me,” said| Mr. Sprinkle-Blow, “and I'll tell you; what happened on the Moon after) |you left." As soon as Nancy and Nick were nicery settled and the big green ura trelia was turned Moonwards again, | | Mr. Sprinkle-Blow told his story: “I was jn the engine-house where | Mr. Peerabout keeps all the handles |for running the Moon when I heard | someone laughing fit to kill. “I looked out and there was Comet: | | Legs, 'the rascally fellow, who has caused all this mischief, shaking something out of a salt-shaker all over the Moon. “Oh, that was the shaker with the| magic powder,” exclaimed Nick stole itt” Mr. Sprinkle “And what do you s’pose was hap- | pening? very tree and stone and flower turned square the minute the J never saw such | “He)} Blow nodded sight in my life!” “What did you do?’ asked Nancy. | | “Dot” exclaimed Sprinkle.Blow. “T [chased him, But wait till I tell you verything. When I caught him the shaker fell out of his hand to the |around, the top came off, and the powder spilled, The next thing I knew the Moon itself had turned square!” “Then the little woodeKuck baby was right,” Nick said to Nancy, “and it wasn't a dream after ali! What |happened then, Mr. Sprinkle-Blow?” “1 whistied for my Four Winds,’ said the Weatherman, “and they | me hurrying as fast as they could from Bluster-Gust Land,” (fo Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Beattie Star) | for a moment in disconcerted ailence. | ‘him trotted a great gray cross-breed | bending, | remember!” | then to further Ieten to that ailment | the girl to say THE SEATT NM SASF LAST Season welll GE DOIN’ OUR OWN WASHIN! | We'LL ADD A VALET 1D OUR ACT NEXT YEAR WHEN WE Wr BROADWAY = CAN You \MAGINE “THAT GUY AT “TH’ AMUGEMENT PARK WANTIN’ TO PAY US OFF FoR OUR STUFF “THIS WEEK WITH RI HOTS AN’ RIDES ON “TH’ ROLLER COASTER 2 A CASH D RACKET WUNCH you know—Thayer, your manager at | the Empire Lake mill.” “Have I a manager 1 The thin man drew bage at this and stood for a moment staring down at Houston Then he teughed and rubbed his gnarled hands, “IL hope you've got & manager. You-—you haven't fired me, have your" Barry turned his bead wearily, as tho the conversation were ended. “I don't know what you are talk ing about.” “You—don't—say, Houston, aren't your “It Am It” “Well, then, who are you? The man on the bed amiled. “T'd lke to have you tell me, don’t know myself.” “Don't you know your name “Have I one?” Thayer, wondering now, drew a hand across his forehead and stood) SHE'S DOING HER BATHING AT THE SODA FOUNTAIN: Again he started to frame a ques-| tion, only to desist. Then, hesitating: | ly, he turned and walked to the door. | “Ra‘Ust } | “Ah, oui!" “Come in here, will you? I'm up) against a funny proposition, Mr./ Houston doesn't seem to be able to) Temember who he ts." “Ah! Then came the sound of) heavy steps, and Barry glanced! toward the door, to see framed there | the gigantic form of « grint-ing. bearded man, his long arme hanging | with the looseness of tremendous | strength, his gray eyes gleaming with twinkling Interest, his whole | being and build that of a great, | good-humored, eccentric giant. His beard was splotched with gray, as| was the hair which hung in short unbarbered strands about his ears, | But the hint of age was nullified by the cocky angle of the blue-knit cap upon his head, the blazing red of his double-breasted — pearl-buttoned shirt, the Mexibie freedom of his musctes as he strode within. Beside dog, which betokened collie and tim her Wolf, and which progressed step by step at his master’n kneo, Close to the bed they came, the great form the twinkling, sharp eyes boring into those of Houston, until | shod feet, the alr of refinement | which spoke even before her lips had uttered a word should have told him | differently. As for the giant, Ba'tiste, with his outlandish clothing, | test and turned his head—to look once more upon the form of the girl. waiting wonderingly in the doorway Then the voice came, rumbling, yet | his corduroy trousers and bigh-laced, mepaamts. * |hob-nalied boots, his fawning, half ne BO remember, oh?” | breed dog, hie blazing shirt and kipps “No, I know him all right. “It's |hittie knit cap, the surprise was all Barry Houston—I've been expecting |the greater. But that surprise, it him to drop in most any day. Of| seemed, did not extend to the othe I haven't seen him since he! was a kid out here with hie father but that doesn’t make any differen The family resembiane fa there he's got his father’s eyes and mouth | of ho and nose, and his voice. But I can't] “Do they ever get over It?” | get him to remember it. He can't! “gometime, Sometime—no. recall anything about his fall, or his {Bet all depend | fame or business, I guess the accl-| “Then there isn't any time limit dent—" on a thing like this.” bag listener. Thayer had bobbed his head as tho In deference to an authority. |} When he spoke, Barry thought that he discerned a tone of enthusiasm, E “Eet in the" Ba'tiste was wav-} “No, Sometime a year—sometime ing one hand vaguely, then placing! _ week—sometime never. It all de- & finger to his forehead, in a vain! pend. Sometime he get a shock struggle for a word. “Eet is the— sudden— something happen quick, what-you-say—" blooey—he come back, he say ‘Where “Amnesia.” The answer had coms|am 1? and he be back again, same | quietly from the girl. Ba'tiste turned | like he was before! Ba'tinte geatiou: excitedly lated vigorousty. Thayer moved “Ah, oul! Eet ts the amnesia 4 the door, Many time IT have seen it—" he| “Then I guess there's nothing | | waved a hand ‘acroms the way, ne| more for me to do, except to drop} c'est pas? Het te when the mind he|in every few days and see how he's will no work—what you say—he will | getting along. You'll take good care not stick on the job, See he} | gesticulated now with both hands , oul.” | “eet in like a wall walk @ I see cot with the 4. Want to piece | and Barry could hear no more. But} This time the stare in Barry Hous. | he found himself looking after them, ton’s eyes were genuine. To hear a| girl of the mountains name a per tleular form of mental allment, and} shell shock. Ket is all the same. The| down the road with me, M wall is knock down—eet will 4 “Of course. It's too bad, isn’t} | hold together. Blooey—" he waved his hands—the man he no Tonger | Then they faded thru the doorway, | wondering about many things—about [the girl and her interest in Fred Thayer, and whether she too might | be @ part of the machinery which he described in its symptoms by a grin-|felt had been set up against him; ning, bearded glant of the woods was | about the big, grinning Ba'tiste, who a bit past the comprehension of the | still remained in the room; who now injured man, He had half expected| was fumbling about with the bed “them” and “that} clothes at the foot of the bed and there,” tho the trimness of her dress | “Ouch! Don't—don't do that!” the smoothness | of os mall well (Continued Tomorrow) ng, i OUR FIRST YEAR} By a Bride — CHAPTER XLVIII—MIDNIGHT ARGUMENT | A terrible shock, one of a practical ture of the prosate and the esthetic! and disagreeable nature, awaited us| But could I have cleared up after that rehearsal, Those dishes!|this kitchen before I went to re) To" be confronted by kitehen con- | hearsa fusion after romantic night in| “You're so tired, Peggins! Norseland! To have to wash dishes|to bed. Let clear while planning to keep Bonny from |kitehen,” Jack coaxed. how You go up the a me sloping! ‘To let Jack, for the 20th But f wae in a frameof mind to! time, take over my part of the busi-|object to any proposition my hus ness of home-making! band might male. “This night has been a queer mix-| “I'll do those dishes now! If they rr'S WW OUR CONTRACT WERE THINK TLL Be Quit! THIS THING SOFT LIKE PICKIN’ COTTON == 1 GOT A BEFORE WE BUMP N'YAWK, WE'LL “THINK “TH’ FLATIRON BUILDING IS A LAUNDRY! 9 LE STAR BY AHERN | f HOLD ol OMI “TEAM = aw, 1 mi! Go IN FoR SOMS - TrLL BE SO LONG WHEN SHE WAS NAMED SECOND PRIZE — SHE Ding! Ding! No Sale eas WATER BASKET Now ft happened that one day, * Ss 4p Habis THE PRINCESS AND “Pitch it with mud, and daub it with clay, and the basket holds| when the princess had grown old, and her great and good father, the chief, had been some time dead, a lady went to drive out in a valley not far from the shores of the Whulge. The lady was interested tn ‘nil che beautiful land because It was new to her and she gaw every thing with the eyes of a stranger. And as they drove, she and her friend taw, out in the oushes be the read, Indians gathering water the same as the tray,’ sang the little bird up in the tree School wan out, and it was David reading to Peggy from the Fairy Tale book. The story waa about a beaut! ful princess In the castle of an ogre, who had been told to bring | water from the fountain in a) basket, and you can see for your: | self just how impossible that would be, because, of course, ail | the water would ak out thru the side berries, little holes, and it was only be. “0 she said, “let's watch cause of the kindness of the/| them magical bird that the princess| And her friend told her, “That knew that she could line ‘her| one over there is Angeline, the daughter of Old Chief & basket with mud and clay and #0 | stop up all the holes, ‘That's a fairy story. attle, for whom the city Is nam And they got out of thelr bugsy But there ts a true story about; Md went to talk with Angeline a princess who lived in the Fir| and Mrs. Washburn (it was our ‘ree Country who made herself a| OW2 Mrs. Waghburn) bought ; ‘from her, her wonderful water basket so fine and close and clev _ : basket, and Angeline sold it for @ erly woven that it would hold water without any lining of mud | and clay. The princess of the Fir Tree) Country lived on the shores of the | great “Balt Chuck,” which she| called the Whulge, and her father | was a very great man, indeed, dollar and a half, and it was so dirty it took most fifty dollars’ worth of soap and water and time to clean It. But tf you want to see ft, you can any time you go to see Mrs. Washburn, And the berry bushes with slaves to walt upon him and | were about where Franklin high many, many braves to do just as| schoo! stands, as nearly as Mrs. he said, | Washburn can recall. nn pease Ae Dl 4 we'll have roaches! But they’ ‘ye |that he never had got his breakfast stan ik. IN do them alone.” jin his life. ws eee “['m going to the station at 7 in Jack calmly continued to rinse x not ter {th morning,” T announced as cas. the plates under the hot water) wany as if I were accustomed to meet faucet Jan early train daily “AN right! Help tf you want to!) «ywhy—what for, Peggina?’ even if it is midnight, they've got!’ +1'6 rather not tell you, Jack, It's to be done,” I went on. “There's | not my secret!* another reason, You'll have to get} Now there was no reason on earth your own breakfast in the morning, | why T should not explain everything THE OLD HOME TOWN AUNT SARAH PEABODY LEADER OF THE SOCIETY <a FOR SUPPRESSION OF PIPE SMOKING- FAINTED [_) MORE BATHING to Jack, But I did not, what ai@ you nay?” Jnck| I excused myself to myself by was 0 astonished that he dropped | saying that the rehearsal had been his dish towel. It occurred to me!too much for me and washing dishes co) GRAND PRIZE FREE LUCKY NUMBER WITH EVERY POUND OF TEA 1157 PRIZE HANGING LAMP Z'PPRIZE-FIVE POUNDS OF SMOKING TOBACCA WINNER OF THE QUICKLY RECOVERED: TOM, WERE YOU DOWN To THE BEACH? WERE THERE ANY BATHING GIRLS DOWN THERE? LOT OF “THEM- Youu FIND EM BUT THer'R& BOTH CN NOW tt! at midnight was irritating. But in my heart I knew that the reason I} with life. mfused to say where I was going| “It's raining, Peggins! Better let alone early in the morning—was | me do your errand for you,” Jack Mrs. Herrod’s letter! |suggested, “Or let me go along and In that little matter my husband | carry your umbrella seemed to be very much wrong was living right up to our pre-nup- | “Impossible, Jack! It's not my af tal agreement, He assumed I had| fair, 1 told you that! no right to know that another | 1 would not be reasonable, never woman was writing to him regularly.| theless I adored Jack because he Well, then, if 1 had business at an| wanted to take care of me, To be early train 1 could attend to it with:|taken care of by Jack was fast be out his assistance, coming the most precious part off But next morning when I crawled | matrimony, out of bed and left poor dear Jack to make his own coffee, something (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seatue Star)