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(Continued From Page 6) —pature “qttacned © Ly “But there is! why—but—" “Btatements Ike that don't count Dm lew, There are the papers and D they're duly slened and you've ad “gaitted your signature. If there's any D fraud about it, you've got the right fo prove it. But in the meanwhile, E the court's injunction mands. You've EB leased this land to these men, and Eyou can’t interfere with them. Un. @erstand?” “All right." Houston moved haatly xk, away from the flume site, Ba’ je stood staring gtumly, wonder. , at the papers which had been rurned to the sheriff. “But I know that it's a takery—~—somehow— TH prove it. I have absolutely memory of ever signing any such a» that, or of even talking ‘any one about selling etumpage at Mgure that you should know 1 jous, Why, you can't even buy worst kind of timber from the ment at that price! I don’t re. I cant tell you & ber~ “Diin't I tell yout’ Thayer had Pe turned to the sheriff. “There he hay pulling that loss of memory “etunt agnin. That's one of bia best a bets," he added enecering, “to Jose his memory.” ] ive hever lost tt yet™ “No-—then you can forget things awfully easy. Such as coming out and pretending not to know [who you were. Guess you forgot Hyour Wentity for a minute, didn't Just ike yoo forgot signing lease and stumpage contract! you're good at that—losing memory. You never remember hing that happens. You can't remember the night you mur. your own codsin, can you?* | “That's a—" » “Bee, sheriff? His memory’s bad.” the malice and hate of pent-up iy was in Fred Thayer's voice | One gnaried hand went for. fm accusation. “He can't even ber how he killed his own im. But if he can't, I can. Ask about the time when he slipped mafiet In his pocket at a prize and then went on out with his in. Ask him what became of Langdon after they left that fight. He won't be able to tell of course. He loses his memory: he will be able to remember te his father spent a lot of money bired some good lawyers and got out of it. He won't be able to tell you « thing about how his own | @aisin was found with his skull | srushed in, and the bleody wooden | Wallet lying beside him—the mallet White-hot with anger, Barry Hou» ton lurched forward, to tind himsert| caught In the arms of the sheriff and@ thrown back. He whirled—and horrified | Canadian stopped. - ‘before she Bing, bu Sed ride away. And the strength ef afger ieff the muscles of Barry Houston. The red fiame of indigna-| tion turned to @ sodden, dead thing. He could only realize that Medaine Robinette now knew the story. That! me.” Medaine Robinette had heard him ac. cused without a single given in his behalf; that Me- Gaine, the girl of his smoke-wreathed @reams, now fully and thoroly be- Heved bim—a miurderer! CHAPTER XII Dully Houston turned back to the gheriff and to the goggleeyed Ba’. tiste, trying to fathom it all. Weakly he motioned toward Thayer, and bis | Words, when they came, were hollow | gripped the other man’s arm expreastoniess: “Thai a lie, sheriff. @nd that's all I have to say Im my behalf. The guilty. the court order until I can prove to Ss 4 2 8 nd there's @ notary’s seal) whole tying is a fraud and a take. | FUN-| of some One cise my Inke Is lensed, statement | TD admit! that I have been accused of murder.| You look like my Pierre, I was acquitted. You eay that noth-| he ing counts but the court action— | satisfy.” fury found mie not|the veins of Barry In regard—to this, I'll obey | rimple, quiet statement of the oid | feat ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS Clive Roberts Barton OUR BOARDING HOL LL, WHAT DO V{THINK OF TH’ HACK + L SUST BOUGHT IT “TODAY SECOND WAND ! AN’ FAST != WHY SAY, T ALMOST BROUGHT A COUPLE MOTORCYCLE COPS HOME FoR SUPPER.) \Vouer TO HEAR ‘AT SZ = \ ENGINE © PURRS jthe Judge's satisfaction that thia| In the meanwhile" he turned ane fously, almost piteousty, “do you care to go with me, Ba'tiate? | Heavily, eilontly, the Frenoh.Ca- | Radian joined him, and together they walked down the narrow road to the | camp. ither spoke for a long time. | Ba'tiste waiked with his head deep | between his shoulders, and Houston | knew that memories were heavy | upon him, memories of his Julienne jand the day that he came home fo tind, Instead of a waiting wite, only | & mound beneath the sighing pines | and & stalwart crogs above it as for Houston, his own Ife had gone | &ray with the sudden reourrence of | the past. He lived again the first | days of It all, when life had been one constant repetition of questions, | then solitude, questions and solitude, | [4 aa the homicide squad brought him | up from his cell to inquire about! some new angle that they had come | UpoR, to question him regarting his actions on the night of the death of | | Tom Langdon, then to send him back | jt “think it over” tn the hope that| |the constant tangle of questions | might cause him to change his story jand give them an opening wedge | | thru which they could force him to « confession. He Hyed again the black hours in the dingy courtroom, with its shadows and soot spots brushing against the window, the twelve| | Dlank-faeed men in the jury bex, and | the witnesses, one after another, who | Went to the box in an effort to/| swear his life away. He went again | thru the agony of the new freedom | ~-the freedom of a man imprisoned | by stronger things than mere bare }and cells of stocl—when first he had | gone into the world to strive to fight | back to the position he had occupied before the pall of accusation had de. jacended upon him, and to fight seem. ingly In vain, Friends had vanished, ® father had gone to his gravy, be. Heving almost to the last that {t had been his money and the astutencas of his lawyers that had obtained | freedom for a guilty son, certainly bes: & #elf-evidence of innocence that bad caused the twelve men to report back to the judge that they had been unable to force their comvictiona “be | Yond the shadow of @ doubt.” A nightmare had it been and a night- mare it was again, as drawn-fem: | tured, stoop-shouldered, suddenly old | and haggard, Rarry Houston walked down the logging road beside a man whose mind also had been recalled to thoughts of murder. A sudden fear went over the younger man; he; wondered whetlrer this great being who walked at his ide had believed, | [and at last in desperation, be faced | him. | “Well, Ra’tiste,” came tn strained | ltones, “I might an well hear ft now | 8 at any other time, They've about | got me whipped, anyway, so you'll only be leaving a sinking ship.” “What you mean?” The French. | AND PUT ON ACLEAN COLLAR BEFORE We GO - “Just the plain facts. I'm about the end of my rope: my mill's all gone, my flume is tn the hands | and Thayer can make as many in- roads on my timber aa he cares to, paying me the magnificent sum of a dollar and half a thousand for tt | Bo, you see, there ten't much left for “What you do? “That depends entirely qn you and what effect that accusation made. If you're with ma, I fight. I not—well frankly—I don’t know.” “Member the mill, when he burn a | ‘ou no believe Ra’teese did heem. | Oul, yew? Well, now I no believe | elthe ; Honest, Ra'tiete? haa | “You Houston | don’t believe it? You don’t “Ba'teese believe, M'xieu Houston My Pierre, Ba'teese | the fighting instinct, the desire to keep on and on, to struggle until and to accept nothing ex cept the bitterest, most absolute de He quickened hin pace, the Ho felt again a surge of | French-Canadian f g in with him His voice bore a vil tone, almont could do no wrotlg. It sent a new flow of blood thru | the end, Houston—that trapper. of excitement: “T’'m going back to Boston tonight m going to find out about this. I n get a machine at Tabernacle to | take me over the range; ft may eave {me time in catching a train at Dea. There's some fraud, Ba'tiste, I and I'll prove it if I can | ver. | know. it get back to Boston the cottage down here and see Miss | Jierdon; then I’m gone!” “She no there, She, what-yousay, |amash up ‘quaintance with Medaine. | Ghe ask to go there and stay day or two.” “Then ehe'll straighten things out, Ra'tiste, I'm glad of it. She knows the truth about this whole thing-— every step of the way. Will you tell her?” “Out. Ba'teess tell her—about the flume and M’'sieu Thayer, what he say. But Ba'teese--" What?" The trapper was allent a moment. At last “You lke her, eh?” “Modaine?” “No—the other.” “A great deal, Ba'teess, She has GOING TO A MOVIE AREN'T We'll stop by | THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN a . AN’ Y'BOUGHT IT FoR b7 SOT WONDERED A SONG, EH BUS 2 How WHAT ALLTH RACKET MANY NOTES HAVE THEY WAS, COMING OFF OUT \“bil GoT ON rr 2~ C'MON, W FRONT HERE ~ MY TAKE US OUT FoR A RIDE* FIRST GUESS WAS A \F Y'RUN OUT OF GAS TILL WEAD-ON COLLISION OF PUT MY CORT OVERTH! LAWN MOWERS = GET CARBURETOR =I JUST tT BUS, AN’ FINISH UPTH’ GOT IT BACK FROM LAUGH I'LL BET rT MAKES Y'LOOK LIKE A POTETO IN A VEST SS ae, SRUSTERS NEW CAR GETS | SOME MORE KNOCKS = TOM,You'D BETTER SHAVE IT NEVER HURTS TO keep YOURSELF LOOKING RIGHT! ALL RIGH ALL RIGHT=1’LL Doi ALL UP! we? Yes, But 3 turns sharp, and where the | work eath was built upon a seale of miniature. But this time, the drifts had faded from beside the nedding flowers showed in » moonlight; the snow flurries were Soon the downward grado had come and after that the « little town of Domini tarly morn ing found Houston in Denver, search: ing the train schedules. That nigh he was far from the mountains, hurrying half across the continent in earch of the thing that would give him back bis birthright | Weazened, wrinkle-faced little Jen- | kina met him at the office, to stare |tn apparent surprise, then to rush | forward with well-simulated enthus | team, | “You're back, Mr. Houston! I'm) #0 glad. I didn’t know whether to send the notice out to you in Cols. | rado, or wire you. It just came yee | ter pty Jand th way; * gone. m LW “For a moment Katle paused | outside the closed doors of the house, not knowing which danger to choose, but more she | thought, ‘I want that horse,” for she just felt as tf he belonged to her, and she loved him the minute she saw him. “So, making more signs to the Indian, she opened the door, and reaching her hand far in, took the key from Its place on the window sill, without golng all the way Into the house, “Then they tan to the store. | house, untocked the door, and sure | enough, the Indian saw pflos and | piles of flour, and other things tn the storehouse, but he touched once he notice? Of what?” | “The M. P. & S. Le call for bids. | Yon've heard about it.” | | But Houston shook his head. Jen-| kins stared | “L thought you had, ‘The Moun-| j tain, Plains and Salt Lake Railroad. | I thought you knew all about it.” | | “The one that’s tunneling Carrow | | peak? I’ve heard about the road, but | I didn't know they were ready for bida for the western side of the mountain Where's the notice * Pool” _ By y SOON: x Page 724 | grinned, | belt and joined his companions, | leaving the coveted horse with his THEOLDHOMETOWN —~— NO - NO-- WE CANT STAY IN TH’SEAT WHEN HENRY APPLEGATES PLEASURE CAR GOT AWAY FROM HIM AND RAN WILD ON LOWER MAIN STREET TODAY. | SUPPOSE IF WE WERE GOING TO A RADIO CONCERT YouD MAKE ME PUT ON A DRESS SUIT! CAN YOU BEAT THATP SIT THERE IN THE DARK NEXT To SOomB GUY THAT’S BEEN EATING ONIONS AND HAS THE HICCOUGHS AND WORRY ABOUT HOW You LooK: Where's the Address? BY CONDO” EVERETT TRUE Ths Roonees APPROACH THe House, », S atte The robbers approach +he house. NA ; leaned into the door and reached for the knife. The Indian grunted, shouldered his flour, stuck the big knife into his THGRS (5 NeSEDP ror IMNGODIA TSC ACTION. “And in a minute more, yelling and whooping, they rode away, need f Pmmbdiate action. new owner, “When her husband came home, Katie could hardly walt to tell him about ft all and have him look at her beautiful horse and gee what was the matter with its foot “*A stone is in the hoof,’ he 14 her, ‘We'll have him O. K. jn a day or #0," and he easily re. moved the stone, “They named the beautiful 1it- meant everything to me; she waa my | yet. one friend when I was ia trouble.| “Right on your denk, sir.” | Ghe even went on the stand and| Abstractedly, Houston picked ft up teatified for me. What were you|and gianced at the specifications going to say?” | for railroad ties by the million, for “Nothing,” came the enigmatical| lumber, lathes, statton-house mate nothing except the one sack of/ the horse ‘Luna,’ because his flour. young mistress so loved the moon. “But he wasn't quite content;| light in the Colorado mountains, in making « trade, of any sort,| where she had got him. And the Indians always wanted some| when, after the little family re |] wttle thing extra, something ‘to| turned to Omaha, the civil war But Mrs. Bunny had to tell them a million things about how cute Bunny, Jr., was getting. Dr. Snuffies and Nancy and Nick cut his cute little teeth and how ‘Went off thru the woods to the piace [he'd learned to flop his ears and wiggie his nowe and how soft his fur Where Marty Mink lived near Rippie | W/## noi hg sill Reed creek. learned to Marty had swallowed a fish-bone chew plantain and everything. And the fairy doctorman was going to take ft out. The news had epread all Whispering Forest and dowland and ven to IAly Pond, 1 heard about It. have to hurry?’ said Dr. nti! I get the fish-bone out.” But scarcely had he spoken when | Woodchuck's. Mrs, Bunny called out of her front door they were just passing the Ben | Wilhelmina? Bunny house) and asked the doctor Snuffles and his helpers. Please to stop in and see how fat the him as long aa IT could, and now it's baby was getting. “It will only take a minute,” said » Snutfies, “and we can't afford M6 offend a good customer—I mean Patient. Ce along, children.” But Mew. Million things about how gute ¥. Jr, was gotting—how he'd |was and thru have to be going. Bright! Old Orchard and ‘poor Marty Mink and his fish-bone, for Scramble ana they really thought Mra. Bunny el had been in the doctor's Of | would never get done talking. “for poor Marty can’t eat | Mra Bunny had to tell them | children will be se growing and how he'd Dr. Snuffies kept looking at bi watch and saying yes, yes, whet a) fine boy Benny was, but he'd really Naney and Nick kept thinking of But at last they got away. Then a funny thing happened. Bunny tore out of her back door and took @ short cut to Mrs. | “St, st!’ she called. “You there, Bay, here comes Dr. I kept your turn. “The longer we can keep him from getting that fish-hone out of Marty's | throat the longer he'll have to do without a meal and the longer our | (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Beatle Star) reply. “Ba'teese will walt here. You £0 Boston tonight?” “Yes, And that night, in the moonlight, behind the rushing engine of a motor car, Barry Houston ¢ more rode the heights where Mount Taluchen frowned down from ite snowy pin nacles, where the road was narrow timbers, and the thou- sands of other lumber items that go into the making of a road. Hastily he scanned the printed lines, only at last to place it despondently in a pocket. | ‘Millions of dollars,” he murmured. | “Millions—for somebody!" (Continued Tomorrow) | | | rial, brid pate “And go this one looked about for something he wanted and he must have seen the butcher knife which lay on the window alll be. | nide the key, for when they start ed to pass the door, he stopped | and aaid, ‘Potlateh-Opitea,’ “and pointed to where the he window FIRST YEAR By a CHAPTER LVIII HOW BONNIE, MY FLAPPER F At, MAKES MISTAKE Another incident stands out in the performance of “Skoal.” Bonny's pet affectation ts belng perfectly honest about her feelings. She applies her theory tndiserimin ately, mercilessly. Bonny insisted upon kissing Jack every time she greeted him at the Little Playhouse, “1 like kissing people I Uke,” she ns ‘Opitan’ lay. “A little startled, but not able | to say no, Katie once more Bride fluence of adults nowadays, but they ence and sense. I wonder If she is| explained to Jeanna, who bad re.|trying to make me sealoust” | proved her. “I kiss my relatives |and girl friends because I ike them, | |1 kites Peg, [like her. Why shouldn't | kine her husband? I ike him. It's| the same thing “1 guess tha that Bonny was kissing “Jack orden to make Bart envious! Hart was handsome, o movie hero. # the whole trouble! crazy about him. He was obliged to! |with flappers. They can’t see rea-| old a reception on the stage every | #0ne for conduct—but reasons exist | night. just the same,” said I to Me "Girls te RP we beat bed Oe) mia broko out, Capt, Randolph joined | cluded, “Th Rees ee LL have been granted the power and In-| between me and the fapperst* Then it dawned on mo suddenly |factured the modern cuties the cavalry, and Luna was his ‘trusted steed," so fast, so sure and so beautiful, “You see," grandmother. con- 1@ Randolphs moved and moved, and when they reach ed Seattle, Mrs, Randolph said to the captain, ‘Here I stay.’ You'll | find me when you come back if uu feel like roving around, but I ay here!" at “Don't you like 'em, Bart? Why, haven't any backgrounds of expert. not?” “Young men don't,” he replied "Because the old men have manu- ola in| wasters, like George Bradshaw, like |denorance in girls, regular |of the perfect flapper looks silly to | easily! See?” Girls of all ages were | me, But thelr tdea And to lots of the boys," Bald 1 to Me: his Is news for Bonnyt* eerins, does the vamping fap. “Peggins!’ he would plead, “Keep | per think young men are blind and ] |deat? Haven't most of us grown! I was dying to tell-my husband jup with sikters? Haven't we ob. how Bart Hiligtt had been “framed” jserved the ways of girla from in-/by Mr, Tearle, but IT knew he | fancy right at home?” | wouldn't understand. Whoever heard | ‘an’t we distinguish the natural/of a millionaire father scheming to from the artificial? Why, we're not |catch a poverty-stricken youth for jone bit Imposed upont It’s silly for | his daughter? a flapper to think she can fool us| It was the queerest case of match. because she can fool the old men so} making on record, but It was alto- | gether Mr. Tearle's affair, Jack T could see Bonny was | would hate to be told about it. That making a terrible mistake, She! information would ruin the auto tour adored Bart, Nevertheless, she made | for him. (Lo Be Gontinued) herself odious to him by her cutie | wayr (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Stary | 1 nodded.