The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 15, 1922, Page 9

ear eee a e777 ase 86 Boe Mee ROTKSlTeTSRAP TEs PYT Pers ee Tae Sater siscas Co ee oe? ee ok ee ee oo ee 2 ee bs BATURDAY, JULY 15, 1922. Chit 4 tad Company 1° (Continued From Yesterday) “Yea, I do, It was tn the summer Smoking on a tiresome journey j along about two or two and a half “ rd government. | 7ere Ago." From Washington and government)" douston stumped back tnto his @l affairs, it veered to the West! corner, Ten minutes later, he found| and dry farming, thence to the cat-|an opportunity to exchange carda| tle business; to anecdotes, and final.| With the young physician and sought | ly to ghost atories. And then with | his berth, ‘To himself, he could give | & sudden interest, Houston forgot} no reason for extablishing the Kis own problems to Ust®h atten-| tity of the smoking compartme tively, tensely, almost fearfully, A} informant. He had acted from some man whom he never before had! sert of subconscious compulsion, feen, and whom he probably never| Without reasoning, without knowing | would see again, was talking—sbout| Why he had catalogued the Informa. | something which might be as remote | ton or of what possible use tt could} to Houston as the poles, Yet it held) be to him. But once in his berth, Dim, It fascinated, it gripped him!) the picture continued to rise before “Speaking of gruesome things,”| him, of a big room tn a hospital, of the talker had said, “reminds me,| doctors gathered about, and of a} i'm a doctor—not quite full fledged,| man “killing” another with @ mallet TN admit, but with the right to| Had ft been Worthington? Worth put M. D, after my name. Spont| ington, the tiredeyed, determined, & couple of years as an interne in| OVersealous district attorney, who, Relistrand hospital in New York./@ay after day, had struggled and Big place. Any of you been| fought to send him to the peniten: there?” |tiary for life? Had tt been Worth- No one had. The young doctor! ington, striving to reproduce the went on. murder of Tom Langdon aa he ev iste @ place for experiments. dently had reconstructed tt, expert They've got a big room on the fifth; menting with his experts in the floor where somebody is always dis-| safety of a different city, for points leecting, or carrying out some kind) of evidence that would clinch the of investigations into this bodily|case against the accused man be thing we call a home. My work led| Yond ali shadow of « doubt? In. me past there a good deal, and I'd/ stinctively Houston felt that he just) gotten so I hardly noticed ft. But! had heard an unwritten, unmention- one Sunday night, I guess tt was| ed phase of his own murder case. along toward midnight, I saw some-| Yet—if that had been Worthington, thing that brought me up short. I| If those experts had found evidence) happened to look in and saw a man| Against him, if the theories of the there, murdering another one with| district attorney had been verified ®& Wooden malict.” jon that gruesome night in the “dead “Murdering him?" The statement | ward” of Bellstrand hospital— had caused a rise from the rest of] Why had this damning evidence the auditors. The doctor laughed.| been allowed to sink into oblitvion? “Well, perhaps I used too senti-| Why bad it not been used against mental a phrase. I should have) him? / said, acting out a murder. You can't very well murder a dead man. ‘The fellow he was killing aready CHAPTER XVI. Mt was a problem which Barry! Houston, in aptte of wakefulness, fafled to solve. Next morning. leager for a repition of the recital, | in -the hope of some forgotten de big doctors, I learned later, all of/ tall, some clue whith might lead them from Boston. They had teken/him to an absolute, decision, &@ cadaver from the refrigerator and| stood it In a certain position. Then the one man had struck it on the head with the mallet with all the force he could summon. Of course i knocked the corpse down—I'm telling you, it was gruesome, evap to an interne! The last I saw “Just what I'm eaying. There ‘Were two or three assistants. Pretty A doorway of the past had | been opened to Houston, only to be! closed again he could clearly discert beyond “He went on to Bos | ton, still struggling to reconstruct | it all, striving to figure what con-/ nection it might have had, but In| vain. And with hie departure from the train, new thoughts, new prob-| lems, arose to tal the place of) memories. Hila purposes now were of the future, not of the past. And naturally, he turned first to the office of his father’s attorney, ~| the bleak piace where he had con- eee what effect the blow duced.” “What was the {deat “Never found out. They're pretty out later that the door was sup-| strees, tried his best to be jovial. Posed to have been gocked. Ipassed| “Weill, boy, what fs it this time? Houston came directly) “With it—the best in the world.” ‘The next thing I knew, ev-| Then he brought forward a copy of the contract. Mason studied it at leggth. then, with & slow geature, raised his glasses to a resting place on his forehead. | “I--I don't know, boy,” he said| at last. “It's a rather hard problem }to crack. I wish there was some | one tn the family we could go to} j for the money.” “But there isn't.” “No. Your uncle Walt might have {t. But I'm afraid that he wouldn't feel like lending !t to you. He still believes—well, you know how fathers are about their boy He's forgotten most of Tom's bad! points by now.” “We'll drop him from the list. Ho® about the bankers.” couldn't say. I do know, howeve: that they didn’t leave there until) about three o'clock in the morn- ing.” “You—you don’t know who the men were?” Houston, forcing him- eelf to be casual, had asked the question. The young déctor shook bis head. “No—except that they were ‘from Boston. At least, the doctors were. One of the nurses knew them. If suppose the other man was a dis- trict attorney—they usually are around somewhere during an expert ment.” “You never learned with what murder case !t was connected?” “We'll have to eee. I'm a ttle “No—the fact is, {t passed pretty! afraid there. I know you'll pardon much out of my mind, as far as the|me for saying it, Barry, but they detalis were concerned. Altho I'll| like to have a man come to them never forget the picture.’ with clean hands. Not that you| “Pardon me for asking questions.| haven't got them,” he Interjected, I—I—ust happen to come from Bos-|“but—well, you know bankers. ton and was trying to recall such a| What's the money for; running ex- ¢ase. You don't remember what time of the year it was, or how long ago?’ Machinery. The mill burned down, you know- Neh aber fe o a fF, TY N SCAMPER SQUIRREL HAS GREEDYITIS | fantuc s eee “ | “Madame,” said Dr. Snuffles gravely, “your son is| troubled with a disease called greedyitis.” One day Mrs, Samantha Squirrel; “Pray don’t. He's #0 upset when-| called at the office of Dr. Snuffies. ever I mention you he nearly has a| “Morning, Mrs. Squirrel,” said|fit. It makes him far worse.” that kindly fairy gent Nancy,| “Well, then,” said the fairy doctor set a chair for Mrs. Squirrel, please. | kindly. "ll have to give him absent | Nick, stand her umbrella jn the|treatment. Don’t worry any more. | corner.” I'll cure him.” | “You're all most kind,” sald Mrs.| The next morning when Mra Squirrel. “And dear knows, I'm! Squirrel was doing her marketing that worried a little kindness does me|and the family was all aw Mr. 5004." mper Squirrel slid down the “Worrted,” said Dr. Snuffies, put-| maple tree where he lived, looked | ting on bis glasses and looking her | stealthily in all directions, and then over. “That's « sign of nervousness. |ran over to the underground pantry | You need some boneset tea |where all the goodies were kept—| “Nervous!” exclaimed Mre. Squir-|chotce hickorynuts, dried chestnuts, rel. “Yes, I'm nervous, but {t's not I/ and a lot of other things. other and as that's needing medicine. It's Then he proceeedd to stuff out his Beamper, my son. He's ailing dread- | sides. fully Dr. Snuffles, the fairyman, walked I’ve | over and took him by the ear, “He won't eat a single bite. Just tried him with everything from |then Mrs. Squirrel returned acorn soup to birch-bud pudding, but| ” ne,” eaid Dr. Snuffles 1 he does is sniffle his nose and| gravely, “your son is troubled with a turn away.” | disease called greedyitis. The best “M, h'm said Dr. Snuffles. “Aj cure for it Is not birch buds but a very serious case, indeed! I'll have | birch rod!’ to nee the young gentleman.” (To Be Continued) “Ol, doctor!’ cried Mrs, Squirrel, OUR BOARDING HOUSE FARM DROP It ON SOME SET YouR NoSE UNDER To “WH! CITY AGAIN = MIs ANY A CHURN TM “URNING! SAY, TOM, XEN AND WHERE ARE WE GOWG ON OUR VACATION THIS SUMMER ? HAVE You THOUGHT ABouT ITP usual, without insurance. We have| & makeshift thing set up there! now—but {t's nothing to what will) te needed. I've got to have @ good, smooth~working plant—other.| wise I won't be able to live up to “ and the old lawyer| ly, “going to favor ved friend with the} “whor” “Worthington.” “The district attorneyT™ Plutocrat now, and) He}! just “That wi member of soclety, you know. came into his father’s money, after he went out of office, and bought into the East Coast Ma chinery company when !t was on ita) last legs. His money was like new blood, They've got a good big plant. He's president,” again the simel, “and I know he'd be glad to have your order.” Houston continued the sarcasm. "L'a be overjoyed to give it to} him. In fact, 1 think I'd refuse to buy any machinery if I couldn't get {t from such a dear friend a» Worth: | ington wa It wasn't his ult that I wasn't sent to the penitentiary.” “N that’s right, boy.” Old Law yer 3 on waa quietly reminiscent “He tried his best. It seemed to me in those days he was more of a persecutor than prosecutor. uf “Let's forget it." Houston laugh | ed uneasily. “Now, to go back to the bankers—” “There {en't much for us to do but to try them, one after another. | I guess we might as well start now| as any time.” Late that afternoon they were again in the office, the features of Mo Houston plainly discour of aged had Barry been courteous, fraught with HEY! HOLD oN “THERE! BEFORE V'GO BACK "TO "H’ EVE DOCTOR AW! HAVE HIM PAIR OF GLASSES SO YOULL BE ABLE "TO READ TH! TRAFFIC GIGNALS WHEN V'COME BACK, \6UESS WELL TAKE IT AT HOME THIS ed to arise always. EXCUSE ME OFFICER™ You Je’ STARTSD "IO TURN YOUR GO-GO TREE A I po Now ~— BACK uP 2? kl Tec NEAR! be Impossible to loan money on such | & gilt-edged proposition as the con- tract seemed to hold forth, but— There had always been that one word, that stumbling-block against) whigh they had run time after time | tnielded and padded by courtesy, but | pregent nevertheless. Nor were Houston and Mason unaware of the real fact. which lay behind ft all; that the bankers did not care to trust thetr money tn the hands of man who had been accused of mur- der and who had escaped the pen-| alty of such @ charge by # margin, | which to Boston, at least, had seem-| od exceedingly slight. One after an- other, there in the offi on went over the list of his business ao-| quaintances, seeking for some name that might mean magto to them, But no such, inspiration came, “Drop back tomorrow, boy,” said at last. “I'll think over thing tonight, and I may be ablo to get a bright idea, It's going to be tough sledding—too tough, I'm} afraid. If only we didn’t have to} buck up against that trial, and the) ideas people seem to have gotten of| it, we'd be all right. But—” ‘There It was again, that one word, | that immutable obstacle which seem- Houston h- he the! ed for his hat. “I'm going to keep on trying, any way, Mr. Mason. I'll be back to- morrow. I’m going to got that money if I have to make a canvass of Bos- ton, if I have to go out and sell shares at a dollar apiece and it I go broke paying dividends. I've made my promise to go thru—and I'm going!" “Good, I'll be looking for you.” But half an hour later, following on wrinkled with thought, those} wandering, aimless jorney thru| Barry Houston! ‘They had failed. The refusals| suddenly straightened with an in-| | He whirled, he dived for the crooked streets, spiration, many apofogies for a tight market, | a cigar store and for a telephone. and effusive regrets that it would O By a CHAPTER (Continued Monday.) UR FIRST YEAR Bride LXIII JESSIE LANGDON SNUBS ME—BUT I TURN THE TAB Before I was married, I never imagined there would be storms in our first year, or any other for that matter, But the twlow my hortzon for most of our trip, and I was glad to get home| again. | Bonny spent much time with me lightning flashed | LE interest was the management of a morning bridge party I was getting up for Jessie Langdon and other wives of men in the office. Bonny said she came to help but I felt sure she came to hear me talk about Baft, They had agreed not to be engaged; she said she had THE SEATTLE STAR WHILE T WAS CROSSING “H' GTREET® WHATLL WELL.) GUESS We WILL NOT- | NEED A CHANGE OF SCENERY AND ™ Goins TO ceriT! urged an elopement, but Bart simply (Copyright, 1922, by Beattie Star) jafter our return, Her immediate | woulda't, BY AHERN SiH EASY, BUS «THROW Your CHIN OUT OF GEAR OR WE'LL HAVE US FINISHING OUR TAUNT I A COP-CRATE LET YOUR TONGUE DLE AN! SIT TIGHTs DON WORK ANY OF “THOSE CIGARS | You SMOKE, OW HIM, OR WE'LL NAB You 4 oN A DOUBLE r & BS r T\ CHARGE NEXT & * Page WELL, IVE SAVED SOME THE FUND - “THE OLD HOME TOWN | - SOME OF THE TOWNS BEST WAITTLERS SAID THE KNIFE SHARPENER WHO PASSED “THROUGH TOWN ONE DAY LAST WEEK HAD THE MOST COMPLETE OUTFIT EVER SEEN IN “THESE PARTS MONEY OUT OF MY ALLOWANCE AND | CAN PUT ‘THAT TOWARD You CANT BE SCARIN HORSES os DO You REALIZE THAT IT WILL TAKE ABOUT $500% To GO ON A VACATION ? 729 FUNNY BOATS AND FUNNY HOUSES “Indians again,” Aunt Polly explained, “One of the most Inter. esting things we did, during those first months of our life in Seattle, ‘was to go down to the old Dunn and Ainsworth docks to see the Indians conve in with their ‘fish- ing smacks,’ “They came tn canoes, some lit- tle and some big, and they used paddies; I think they never knew about using oars until the white men taught them. “We used to walk down Bell st. after we had eaten our supper and stand there and watch as long an the twilight lasted, “They seemed to swarm up on the bench, and then turning a fee what lots of things they car | ried in their narrow canoes, “Little shakeley coops of chick ns; mata for their tents, pots and kettles and pans and blankets and messy fish! “such quantities of fish, and such a smelly cargo of everything you could hardly tmagine. “And all the women worked, un- loading and cooking and setting up their crude housekeeping, cleaning fish and picking chick ens, and all the while the men stood with folded arms or sat on the beach and smoked, “The women gathered the drift- wood and made the fires.” es Oe Once more the three heads bent over the pictures, “It looks sort of Itke a tent town,” David said, looking at the many little tents and huts along the beach ,and then turning a page they came upon a “close-up’ of the Inside of one of the tents. “T think this squaw does not be &@ very good housekeeper.” Peggy remarked as she saw the litter of the pots and pans and everything in a pile and the old woman sit- ting hunched up on the dirt floor beside them, in the tent so low that tt seemed as if she couldn't possibly stand up. Then they came to pictures of groups of Indians, girls with great thick braids far below their waists (“No bobbed heads there,” Aunt Polly laughed); a man “standing on his knees” as Peggy said, and grinning from ear to ear; a fat little tousled child with | her hands before her face, hiding. “That man on his knees and the big girls aren't afraid to have | their pictures taken,” sald Davie, hen Aunt Polly laughed again, she said, “they would hide their faces, but when Uncle John | said ‘Fifty cents’ out the face would come with a grin.” The Picture Books Finished Monday. —_—__ a Of course her heart was almost | broken, She had found true love so | completely satisfying, After Bart, | as she had long ago hinted to me, | she-never could listen to any other | man making love, When her father came home, maybe rhe could man- age Bart. Her daddy could manage anybody. Jack didn't approve of my morn. ing bridge, 1 found that out too late—after I had invited my guests, Jack said we simply couldn't afford to keep up with the office crowd, s Vere by bet OP That speech proved to me Jack was pretty melancholy, came home a little bluer each night —a little quieter. Not even chess amused him, I didn’t tell him that Jessie Lang. don, after accepting my invitation, had decided to leave at once for the mountains, And after she withdrew, all the others were unable to ac. cept. To Jack, {t would look only Itke & tempest In a teapot, but to me these cards of regret had a deep EVERETT TRUE —ANO IF I HAD MY Cire to (ve over ASAIN 3 WOULDN'T i | HAVE THIRTY DOLLARS SAVED UP “TOWARD IT! so THAS TIMMS — Tées- Hee! ‘THEN ALLI HAVE TO Do 1S To DIG UP THE BY STANLEY, HOLD ER NEWT SHES AREARIN BY ALLMAN significance. I knew Jack was tre- mendously popular with the men at In fact, he| the office. And such being the case, it appeared I had failed to make a hit with the wives. “Goodness! Is: the little snobl”* frank Bonny when I spread the cards of regret before her. “She could have come—I'll bet you my rystal cigaret case—you know Bart won't let me smoke! “Say, Pes! I see a way out. Il fix Jessie for once, You know Flor. Jossie Langdon murmured our _ now. Everybody will be crazy to say they've met her, Sq you'll fm And wateh vite her—as my guest, Jessie Landgon turn green.” Florence Carter was a senator's daughter, so I asked quite a crowd, Aw CCAST : (To ence Carter ie coming tq visit me (Copyright, Be Continmed) 1922, by Seattle Btasg