The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 29, 1922, Page 13

3 a Buspecting there ts something wrong tm the way that FRED THAYER is conducting the Empire Lake mill for him, BARRY HOUSTON makes a secret the way, while crossing Harord pass, ploked up with a broken orm by automodile trip to the property. On Ais automobile ts wrecked and he ts BA‘TISTE, who carries him to the home of a beautiful mountain girl, Whom Barry at first knows only as MEDAINE. Thayer comes to the scene and identifies him, eo Barry felgns amnesia so that his employe will not be am the lookout, Now go on with the story. Barry suddenty hat ceased his Thoughts to jerk his feet far up un- @er the covers, laughing and chok- fing and striving to talk at the same time. At the foot of the bed, Ba’ tiste, his eyes twinkling’ more than ever, had calmly rolled back the Covering and just as calmly ticked the injured man’s feet. More, one Jong arm had outstretched again, as the giant once more reached for the @ole of a foot, to tickle it, then to wtand back and boom with laughter es Barry involuntarily sought to Jerk the point of attack out of the way. For a fourth time he repeated the performance, followed by a fourth outburst of mirth at the recoil f the injured man. Barry “Pardon me,” he said rather caus Meally. “But I don't get the joke.” “Ho, hot" and Ba'tiste turned to @alk to the shaggy dog at his side. Is it! L'enfant feols tt!” grunted Houston. “Of @ourse I feel it! I'm ticklish.” “You hear, Golemar? *tiate, @ontorted with merriment, “pointed ‘Waguely in the direction of the bed, “Misteu I’ Nobody, heem ts ticklish!" “Of course I'm ticklish. Who tsn’t fn the dottom of his feet?” ‘The statement only brought a new @utburst from the giant. It nettied ; further, {t caused him pain be jerking constantly about the im effort to evade the tick of the trapper’s big fin- more Ba'tiste leaned for. wiggled his fingers as if tn tion for a new assault, and more Barry withdrew his pedal ies to a place of safety. re an touch Once i “Please don't.” he begged. “I—T)d @on’t know what kind of a game "re a ting ieee on tt when I feel Detter—but now it hurts my arm to be bouncing around this way. Maybe this afternoon—if you've got to play these fool games—I'l! feel bettor—" | The thunder of the other man's cuthim off. Ba'tiste was now, seemed, tn a perfect orgy of merrt- F ment. As though weakened by his laughter, he reeled to the wall and Teaned there, his big arms hanging hia face reddened, his whole 8 shaking with series after series | @f chuckles. “You hear heem?” he gasped at the dog. “M'sieu I Nebody, he will with us this afternoon! M'steu ' Ticklefoot! That is heem, 4 + M'sieu I' Ticklefoot! ‘slew I Ticklefoot! “What tn thunder ts the big Meat Barry Houston had lost his reserve Row. “I want to be a good fellow— Dut for the love of Mike let me in on the joke. I can't get It. 1 don't see anything funny tn lying here with a/ broken arm and having my feet | tickled. Of courre, I'm grateful to} you for picking me up and all that) ort of thing, but—" Oh, ADVENTURES | OF cake Hetels Butan “When I say, one, two, three, ‘The Twins were riding up to the Moon on Mr. Sprinkle-Biow’s um. bretin. He had been telling them shout Comet-Legs, the wieked fairy, who had turned the Moon square. Mr. Peerabout, the Man-in-the- Moon, was Jost, you know, and they couldn't find him. | “How did you make the Moon found again, Mr. Sprinkle-Blow?" asked Nick. | “Well, I'll tell you,” answered the | Weatherman, guiding the umbrella! past a star with one hand and shov ing away a moon-beam with the er, “I happened to think of my ‘our Winds, so I whistled for them. “Win ‘sf said I, “look what's hap. pened “Goodness alive? said old West Wind. ‘How'd it happen?” “So I told him.” “‘Hurry up,’ said West Wind to the other winds, without another word. ‘We'll have to blow the moon Found again! It's the middle of the Bight and most folks are asleep. “‘Perhaps down on the earth it hasn't been noticed. North Wind, you go there, and East Wind, you go there, and South Wind, you go to the other corner, I'll stay here. And when I say, one, two, three, ready, go! All blow at once.’ " “And did they?” asked Nancy breathlessly. Mr. Sprinkle-Blow waved his hand. “See for yourself, my dear. If that 91d Moon isn’t a» round as a winter apple, I'm losing my eyesight.” And #0 it was. IDEAL I'm perfectly | * Choking back the laughter, Ba‘tiste returned to the foot of the bed and stood wiping the tears from his eyes. “Pardon, mon ami," came serious ly at last, “Old Ba'teese must have his joke. Listen, Ba'teese tell you something. You see people here to- day, oul, yea? You see the petite Medaine? Ah, oul!" his fingers to his iips kiss toward the ceiling. what-yousay, fine li'l keed, She ts the—bon bebe! You nov’ eee her before?” Barry shook his went on, “You see M'sieu Thayer? You know heem?” “No,” “You sure?” “Never saw him before.” “Bo?” Ba'tiste grinned and wagged & finger, “Ba'teese he like the truth, yes, oul, Ba'teese he don’t get the truth, he tickle M'sieu's feet.” Now listen! Please" “No—no! The giant waved a hand in dismissal of threat. “Old Ba’. teense, he still joke. Ba‘teese say he tel you something. Bet ts this, You see those people? All right. Bon— good. You don’ know one. You know the other. Yes? Oui? Ba’. teese not know why you do it. Ba’. teese not care, Ba'trese is right— in here.” He patted his heart with a big hand. “But you—you not tell I know, I tickle your head. Ba'tiste Oul? #9 crazy—tike you say.” The face suddenly aged. The twinkling light left the eyes. The hands knitted, and the man was ent for @ long moment. Then, ut Ba'teese he know-see?’ He potnted to his head, then twisting, ran his finger down his spine. “When THE SEATTLE STAR YOUNG MAN TL WANT. You To 6VE "HE WHEN T LEARN Wow “To PLAY ON “TH' FIDDLE CAN I GET A JoR PLAIN’ IN A MOVIE aT CAN SEE Sey Lopuncune ALVIN ON A MUSICAL CAREER = trustful person with a constantly morbid strain which struggled ever. lastingly for supremacy over usually cheery grin and his naturally | optimistic outlook upon life, For fate had allowed Houston to live the youth of his life in ease and bright: | neas and tack of worry, only that ft might descend upon him with the/ Greatest cloud that man can know. | And two years of memories, two years of bitterness, two years of ugly recollections had made fte mark. | In all bis dealings with Thayer, con-| ducted though they milght have been | ‘TO GET THIS ICECREAM AS HELEN TOLD ME T0-; GUESS ILL WALK THE REST OF THE WAY AND GET THE EXERCISE ~ eet is the—what-you-say, amnesia— the nerve eet no work tn the foot. T gould tickle, tickle, tickle, and you would not know, But with you— blooey—right away, you feel. So, @t @ distance, Barry Houston could | not place his finger upon one tan.) gible thing that would reveal his) crookednéss, But he had suspected: | had come to investigate, and to! for some reason, you are, what-you:| learn, even before he was ready to/ say?—shamming. But you are Ba’.| receive the information, that his #us- | teens’ gues’. You sleep tn Ba'terse’| picions had been, In some wise at. bed. You eat Ba'teese’ food. So) least, correct. To follow those sus | long a8 that, you are Ba‘teese’ friend. | picions to thelr stopping place Barry | Ba'teese—" he looked with quiet.) had fetgned amnesia. And it had! fatherly eyes toward the young man | lasted Just long enough for this grin-| on the bed—“shall aak no question—| ning man who stood at the foot of | and Ba'teese shall tell no tales!’ the bed to tickle his feet! And how should that grotesque CHAPTER IV slant with his biasing red shirt and) simple statement ‘The of the] queer little cap know of such things | my | gigantic trapper swept the confi-/as amnesia and the tracing of a dence from Houston and left him at|deadened nerve? How should he— a disadvantage. His decision had} then Barry suddenly tensed. Had tt been @ hasty one—a thing to gain) been a ruse? Was this man a friend, time, a scheme by which he had/a companion—even an accomplice of | felt he could, at the proper time, take Thayer off his guard and cause him to come into the open with his plans, whatever they might be. Fate had played @ strange game with the thin-taced, frost-gnaried ‘Thayer | —and had his simple statement been | an effort to take Barry off his guard? If #0, it had not succeeded, | for Barry had made no admisstons. | Barry Houston. It had taken @ care. free, happy-®olucky youth and turned him into a #uspicious, dis. But it all affected him curiously; tt nettied him and puzaled him, For a long time he was allent, merely staring at the grinning features of | Ba'tiste, At taat: | “I should think you would wait! until you could consult a doctor be- fore you'd say a thing like that.” [| “So? It has been done.” | “And he told you j “Nothing. He does not need to even apeak to Ba'tecae.” A great chuckle shook the big frame. “Pta’.| teese know as soon as I’ M'sieu Doo- taire.” j “On good terma, arent you? When's he coming again?” “Parbieu The big man enapped his fingers, “Peuff! Like that. Ba’. teense call heem, and he ts here.” | Houston blinked. Then, tn eptte of his aching head, and the pain of the} swollen, splint-laced arm he sat up in bed. } “What kind of-— “Old Ba'teess, he mus’ joke,” came quickly and sertously from the other man, “Ba'teese—he is heem.” “A doctor?” Slowly the big man nodde4. Barry |went on, “I—I—didn’t know. 1| jthought you were just a trapper. 1/ wondered—" “So! That ts all—jus’ a trapper.” Quietly, slowly, the big man turned | away from the bed and stood look ing out the window, the wolfdog 3 Ro’ edging clone to him as the in com Weatherman. ‘Comet-Logs heard) banionship and seme strange form what they said, so he stuck out his|o¢ sympathy. There wan silence for legs and got the curves blown back a jong time, then the voice of Ba’ Into them again. We'll have to/ tists came again, but now it was soft watch out for him now, I tell you. addreaned, it seemed, not to He'll be able to straddle his star an on the bed, but to vacancy now and away he'll go.” Ba'teese, he ts only @ trapper (To Be Contihued) now. Ba'teese, he had swear he (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) | never again stand beside a wick bed — ———— | But you-~"' and he turned swiftly, a broken smile playing about his lp —"you, mon ami, you, when I foun’ you this morning, with your head | ready, go! All blow at once” “But that’s not all,” sald the CORNS Lift Off with Fingers blood on your face, and the dust and | dirt upon you—then you—you look | like my Pierre! And I pick you up| sot He fashioned his arms as| |tho he were holding a baby, “and I} look at you and I say—'Plerre!’ | ‘Pierre!’ But you do not answer— just Ike he aid not answer. Then I #tart back with you, and the way was rough. I take you under one arm—so. It was steep. one arm free. Then I meet Medaine, and she laugh at me for the way I carry you. And I was glad. Eet make Ba’tiste forget.” | “What” Barry eald tt with the curiosity of a boy, The older man | stared hard at the crazy design of the covers. “My Plerre,” came at last. “And my Julienne, Ba'teese, he ts all alone now, Are you all alone?” The quem |tion came quickly, Barry answered before he thought Doesn't hurt a bit! Drop a little “Freezone” on an aching corn, in- OUR FIRST YEAR By a Bride “Yoo.” “Then you know-—you know how eet fecl. You know how Ba'teese think whén he look out the window, | See?’ He pointed, and Barry raised | himself alightly that he might follow the direction of the gesture. Faint ly, thru the glass, he could see some- thing white, rearing itself in the | shadows of the heavy pines which | fringed the cabin—a cross. And it stood ag the guardian of a mound of earth where pine boughs had been placed in smooth precision, while @ small vase, half implanted in the earth, told of flowers in the summer season, Ba’'tisto stared at his palms. “Julienne,” came at last. “My wife.” Then, with a sudden impulse, he swerved about the bed and sat down beside the sick man. “Ba'teese—" he smiled plaintively—"lke to talk about Plerre—and Julienne, Even tho eet burt." Barry could think only in terms of tritenoas. “Have they been gone long?’ The big man counted on his fin- gers. “One—two—t'ree that—bon!" He kissed airtly. “Old Ba’teeso, way—long time ago Before fingers year, his He come down twisted under your arm, with the|¢rom Montreal, with his Julienne and | his Pierre—in his arm, #0. He like to feel big and strong—to help other people. So, down here where there were few he came, and built his cabin, with his Pierre and his Ju Henne. And ,eso heppy by’m’by, Jacques Robinette come too, with his petite Medaine—" “That's the girl who was here?” “Ah, oul. I am I'M’slou Doctatre, I must have! I look after the sick for ten—twenty | —thirty mile, Jacques he have more head. He buy land.” A great sweep of the arm seemed to indicate all outdoors, “Ev'where—the pine and spruce, !t was Jacques’! By'm'by, he 0 on and leave Medaine alone. Then she go’ way to school, but ov’ sum- mer she come back and live in the big house. And Ba'teese glad—be cauné he belleve some day sho love Pierre and Pierre love her and—"* Another silence, At last: (Continued Tomorrow) he break the} lany person's power to @issunde that | flapper I ought to make the effort, | stepped from the train in New York. BLOOD MIXTURE stantiy that corn stops hurting, then Blood cleanser and system renovator. |#hortly you lift it right off with 1.00 and $2.00 bottles at drug stores, fingers. ‘Truly! or p. p. by Joyner Drug Co. Spo-| Your druggist sells a tiny bottle of | |"Freezone” for a few cents, sufti- _.. |elent to remdéve every hard corn, soft | TY corn, or corn between the toes, and| |the calluses, without soreness or irri STAR WAN TAD B /tation—Advertivement, * OLD MAN WOOS FLAPPER At the Main St. station 1 found At first I thought T would go right George Bradshaw patrolling the|up to George and tell him frankly causeway for auto traffic, A red-/I was there because Mr. Tearle had cap, nearby, guarded two splendid|asked me to keep him and Bonny pieces of baggage. apart. Certainly a man with his tastes And when Bonny arrived I'd let would appreciate @ millionaire father-|her storm, if she wanted to. And wis CHIN ow “THAT | DOINGS OF THE DUFFS I'M LUCKY | REMEMBERED OU,BOYS SH HOLDER NEWT SHES _AREARIN’ ‘TOKEEP THAT LAMP AWAY PROM HOOTS TOWN | THINK WED BETTER TAKE UPA THE PACT THAT PETE DRUMMOND BUS DRIVER AND WINNER OF THE GRAND PRIZE HANGING LAMP DIVIDES HIS TIME EQUALLY BETWEEN HOMETOWN AND HOOTSTOWN HAS DPSET BOTH TOWNS) es HOT~- rYE GOT TO DITCH THIS ar * * a Page COLLAR Qeatttle * 715 MRS, RANDOLPH Just as sometimes daddy takes David places where Peggy does) |] not go, #0 sometimes grand- mother takes Poggy to make a) call without Dayid, and when that heppens, either David has to tell |] Peegy all about it, or Pegry has | to tell David, And last week when grand. mother and Peggy got home after| Peggy nearly exploded with all | the things she had to tell, be } cause, you see, Mra, Randolph, |, Who has lived 68 years tn Seattle, has such a lot of new stories and so many of them—sort of differ: | Peggy didn't begin with one about Seattle, Bhe began like i] this: | “Daviel Now what do you think? Why, Davie, this fs 80 ex-citing I hardly can tell you about it, And you hardly can |] bilteve tt at all, Why, when Mrs. |] Randolph was a little girl bout as big as you, why—why—why—she aigned the temperance pledge!" nt And if 1 couldn't, I'd wire Mr. Tearle to moet them when they Hither way, Bonny would be saved So there was no particular sense in talking to G. B, before the child ar- rived. I was a dull, commonplace, little figure in the big crowd, rather un- comfortable, too, without my treak fast, impatient to have it over, George Bradshaw grew conspleuw an afternoon with Mrs, Randolph, ! “Humph?! entffed David In dis gust, “that's nothing.” “Oh! But Davie, I'm not telling ft right Now keep still and listen, and don't say, ‘Humph? “Well, once upon a time, when she was little, Springfield, Tilinots, name was Catherine Brecken- ridge, and #he did live on a big stock farm near the city. “And the Hon. Preston Brecken- ridge (Pegsy swelled out her little chest when she said that) her father, was awfully, just awfully interested in temperance (that's the same as prohibition, Davia only she says {it wasn't in the funny paper then). “So—one day, Mrs, Brecken- ridge ‘cided he would have a young man come out from Spring: ficld and make a speech to every: body tn the neighborhood, and he sald Catherine could go to tt, and everything, and—" Peggy stopped provokingly with—“you would never, never guess who came to make that speech.” (To Bo Continued) she lived near and = her Le! deperture of the train approached— and Bonny did not arrive “And well may he worry to Me, “I suppose G, B. could coax a dozen beauties, of all ages, to run off with him, but not another one with the million he wants." The last belated traveler fumped from the running board of a taxi and rushed thru the gates which clicked sharply behind him. And Bonny had not come! The crowd thinned, but G. B, waa in-lawl George could rage. But if it was in ously restless aa the minute for the too preoecupled to notice me, Any one could that he was mighty ‘Sd JOUTVREREWLSEOWE TATE Ste TE! UNSER THE TABCS IS THO PERSON WHO ORDERED THAT STUFM™ Gut Kou Hab disappointed and nervous, Not until the train had puiled out did he hail @ taxi and drive away, When he was out of sight I har rled to a telephone booth and called up the Tearle number, “Mademoijpelle 1s asleep, Mra, Mad- ison!" & maid replied to my ques ton, “Are you sure, Ginette? This ts important. Will you please go to Miss Tearle’s room, open the door softly, and be quite sure whether or not she is there?” In five minutes Ginette was back with the information shat 7 Back AND. He Revives HE Couco FINISH MAN ICU RING HIS FINGER NAILS mademoiselle was sleeping soundly. I laughed as I hung up the re ceiver, Doubtless at that very mo- ment her dapper suitor of 50 wag raging in his hotel. “So much for a romance with an irresponsible f mental comment, “But good fe Bonny! She must have a saving remnant of her father's common sense,” But what had made her change her mind? Why had she played this unparalleled Joke? (To Bo Continyed) Copyright 192% by Seattle Stax ,