The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 31, 1922, Page 11

(Starts on Page 2) thie brother, for instance, hed to de Dundied back to Australia, It was Mr. Cayley who would do most of the bundling. “So thia tg Mr. Robert,” satd Au- Grey to herself, as she came tn sight the visitor. She told her aunt afterwards that have known him anywhere . Mark's brother, but she sald that Im any event. was surprised. Dapper with his neat pointed his carefully-curled mus his quick-darting eyes, from one to the other pany he was tn, to regis. amile to his cred when & good thing, one more look when he was only his turn to say it: he was a it man from this rough. colontal, staring t to see Mr. Mark Abtet?.” It 20% re she rie iy Vy i ¥q tnt i ie mili s¥ play calls tnto action all the vitality their young bodies possess. Their activity creates appetites. They need nourishment more often them plenty of good, wholesome milk between meals and keep them than grown-ups. Give strong and healthy, There is no doubt of the good and wholesomeness of Kristoferson’s Perfectly Pasteur. ized Milk. The tests prove its [sTO}, one BEacn 0040 quality. 7 SNAP rt SNAP tT! RAD CT THEN © WHAT ALL HAVE VieoT INTHIS OL’ MOTH BARN 2» We're ONLN GOING “To ROUGH TT ATH’ CAMP ALL VE GOT \N MY VALIGE IS A SWIMMIN’ SUIT” from his book. “Who Audrey repedted her queation, “I don't know, He went up to the Temple after tunch.” “Thank you, sir, I will go up to the Temple.” Cayley returned to his book. The “Temple” was a brick eum- mer-house, In the gardens at the back of the house, about three hun- dred yards away, Here Mark medi- tated sometimes before retiring to the “office” to put his thoughts upon paper, The thoughts were not of any great value; moreover, they were given off at the dinnertable more often than they got on to pa- per, and got on to paper more often than they got into print. But that aid not prevent the master of The Red House trom being a little pained when a visitor treated the Temple carelessly, ag if It had been erected for the ordinary purposes of flirta- tion and cigaret smoking. Audrey walked slowly up to the Temple, looked in and walked slow. ly back. All that walk for nothing. Perhaps the master was upstaire in his room, “Not well-dressed enough for the drawing-room.” Well, now, Auntie, would you like anyone tn your drawing-room with a red hand. kerchief around his neck and great Dig dusty boots, and—listen! One of the men shooting rabbits. Auntio was partial to a nice rabbit, and onion sauce. She came into the house, As she passed the housekeeper’s room on her way to the hall, the door opened wuddenly, and a rather frightened face looked out. “Hallo, Aud,” sald Elste, “It's Au Grey,” she sald, turning tnto the room. “Come tw, Autrey,” called Mrs. Stevens, “What's up? said Audrey, looking im at the door, “Oh, my dear, you gave me such atura. Where have you beent “Up to the Temple.” SMITH, THE TIGHTWAD ALL HE EVER SPENDS 1S THE EVENING - | SUPPOSE i He’LL STOP AND TELL . “One of the men shooting rabbits.” “Rabbite! said her aunt ecornful- ly. “It was inside the house, my “Straight tt wae,” sald Elsie. She was one of the housemaids “T said to Mrs, Stevens—didn't I, Mrs. Stevens?—That waa tn the house,’ I “Yes,” said Q ancy and Nick and Dr. Snuffies were calling on Chirk Chipmunk. Chirk had told the landlord, Mr. ‘Tingaling, he was sick and couldn't pay his rent, To tell you the truth, Chirk was about as sick as a circus: |rider, but he was an excellent pre- tender. “Yeu,” sald Dr, Snuffles, when he had looked at Chirk’s tongue and felt his pulse and taken his temperature | land Jooked down his throat and felt him all over, “you need medicina Your stomach’s bad and your heart's out of order, your liver in awful, your | lungs don’t work, your appendix ts | troubling you, your ctreulation {s/ flerce; you have influenza, eptzootio and insomnia!’ | “Doctor?’ gasped Chirk. “Am T/ going to die? I—TI didn’t know I| was ag sick as that.” Dr, Snuffies stuck his tongue tn his cheek and looked wise, He winked slyly at Nancy and Nick. asi psi OUR BOARDING HOUSE THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN AW HECK = VNEARLY | ALLEY = DON'T FoLD UP ‘AT TRUNK YeT~ I'VE Gor GOME MORE STUFF TD PACK MY “THUMB © THERE'S PLENTY OF ROOM Let's “TAKE THAT WHERE VET TO “TURN GUITAR OF MACK'S \ OUT S"THAT AIN‘T FoR A CAMP Ie HME'LL WANT “TO DOINGS OF THE DUFFS How Do You. 09, | MiSs OLIVIA? IT'S A LOVELY DAY ISN'T iT? THE CAMP! Yes," Mra. Bean went on with | her story, “my father’s daring and | his willingness to go, regardless | of danger, came near ending the | Newby family in 1843. “By the time they got to the | place where they must leave their cattle and their wagons and take an Indian canoe down the river, mother and father had used up practically all the money they had, and like almost everybody | else, had been obliged to throw out article after article to lighten the load for their oxen. “As they stood on the bank with scores of others talking over the safest and best way to manage, father grew impatient with the delay, and telling mother to gather together such things as she considered precious and wrap them tn the feather bed, he went off to find an Indian with a canoe. “Carefully and ruefully mother chose her treasures, for all else must be left, there was no money to pay for having them brought after them. And right in the safest spot In the middie went the “Well,” sald Dr. Gnuffies, “per haps not. I'll come every day and send you 10 kinds of medicine, but! one thing about epizootic, you never can tell what it'll do to you. “I'll tell you what I should do if I were you, Mr. Chipmunk, If there's anything you'd like to get off your mind, you'd better attend to it. Like paying bills and things like that, There's nothing like a clear conscience when you are not just sure how long you will live.” “My rent! cried Chirk. “I'll send it to Mr. Tingaling at once. Will you'take it7" And he counted It out. “Bay,” enid Dr, Snuffies, “T be Neve you're better already. Let's have a look at you again. Why, man alive, you're cured! Nancy and Nick, come let's be going and take big camphor bottle, about it the other things she valued. Kish? MIL cH PAST. x By a TAKE MY A wire from Bart and Bonny awaited us at home, They had eloped and were married I thought my husband looked at me curiously. Did he fancy Bart had married Bonny because ho couldn't have an old sweetheart? SON STAR WANT ADS GET RESULTS Following a tremendous ringing of the door bell came Mr. Tearle with a yellow telegram in his hand, OUR FIRST YEA LXXVI—BONNY AND BART WED! “When all was ready, they got into their frail canoe, father, Mr, Tingaling his rent.” 1 eens ir te (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) 43 BUT I CAN’T Bride give Peg a little present—no equival- ent—for value recetved—something for her to remember the event by. ‘What about the new “Tyrone’ Peg’s “Pogeins! You've won! What are| crazy about?” you going to charge me?” “Nothing doing, Mr. Tearla, Be. I shook my head, smiled at Jack, |lieve mo, we appreciate your kind murmured "Nothing!" jnens. But Mr. Tearle, Peg and 1 “Nothing? Bunk! See here, Jack!| couldn't buy the gas for the ‘Tyrone’ | Your little wife has done me the big. |—not now.” gest kind of @ favor. She's married) 1 had known Mr. Tearle from baby- off my flapper daughter to the very| hood, #0 I stated quite frankly that man I had picked out for her, even if Jack would let me have the “Now, Jack, seo here, I want to'car we wouldn't have anything for REWARD JUST WHEN MARSHAL GOING ‘TO PEEK IN THE PAGE 11 « OTEY WALKER WAS DINING ROOM WINDOW AND IDENTIPYY “THE SUSPICIOUS STRANGER SOMETHING HAPPENED ~ » ARE YOU DOING ANTTHING FTONIGHT MR. OMITHP. WHY, A, NO- NOTHING “ar Auf HOR BOTTLE mother, a young man called Chesley Gray, and the Indian guide, together with the feather ded and its contents. “Far ahead of the rest of the party, the canoe shot forward, made wonderful. time over that river. “At the old Portage road above the locks, they made a eafe port- age, and had traveled some dis- tance (I don't know just how far down the river, but it was along about 2 or 8 o'clock tn the after- noon) when the Indian seemed to lose control of the canos. “Or maybe it was he forgot the safe channel of the river, What- ever the reason the canoe sud- denly struck a rock with @ ter- rifio smash and in a twinkling the cance was salling bottom- aside-up down the stream with the feather bed bobbing up tn ita wake, while the three passengers and their luckless brown guide scrambled to their feet and cured an uncertain footing on the rock which wrecked their craft. “The current at that place rushes ike @ mill-race and mother sald the water was icy cold. “Nowhere could they see or hear a human being upon whom they might call for ald, The only thing to do was to hold together and wait.” (To Be Continued) EE Neen TDR 5 {ts upkeep until Jack found a new Job. My subconscious mind told me, as T talked about the upkeep, that I hadn't been given a chance to make my own decision about accepting the ear. My husband had dectded for me in the good old way, And I had not demurred! Mr. Tearle was not sympathetic because Jack had been “fired.” He took it as a matter of coursa an in. AT|| vos our wt oe ? ARENT OrTy on “OF Boer wR HERE'S OnE NORS?” BEAVTIFUL BONNIG©CROFT, THE BEST AND. ONLY DEALER VACATIONS SeoTt IN AMericA!s (PURS AIRE f PURS* WATER, GLORLOVS SUNSHING, INGKHAUSTIGLE FISHING STRCAMS --@ THE BEST ANP ONLY ~-—~ = yet SvE Gove THROVGH THESS VACATION FOLDER {'! THE MORS L_ READ OF THEM THEY'RE ALL # PooREesT UAR anything I ever had said! I turned the conversation back to Bonny. “He's a good sport, that boy. Sal@ “Bonny thinks she eloped," her |h® couldn't buy flowers for the father chuckled. “The girl had been |Pridesmaids or buttons for the Wearing her heart out, moping, ever | Ushers. since your trip. Could a loving Elope, then? T said. ‘Run away? father stand that? So we flaed tt. T:wanted to ty OUR - my girl, find if there's good stuff im him why he didn't marry her tke « |R0f RUB away with her, make ee man? He swore ho couldn't buy | typ entha ip yon cane eee Salary, her shoes—literally he couldn't pay |tong yourself. ‘Keep her et it ake her shoe bill for a year! month” ‘Shee anaes oe ‘i. So why didn’t they marry? cident of business life. His attitude seemed to comfort Jack more than | Ing to go barefoot with him, play the “Anyway, I thought she'd be will: | father! * n (To Be Continued beggar meld te bis King Cophetua—| (Copyright, 12% by Seattle Ria) , ¥