The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 2, 1922, Page 11

| WEDNESDAY, AUGUST W AAMILNE RPGIN HERE TODA The prospective visit of a ne'er-do-welt for 1 from ple Dachelor proprietor of Red House, / Mark and hia con t companion, CAYLEY, remained tn The Ret ae the arrival ep And wien the maid returned obec she heard the report of « and then th ‘on the leok: admittance, of NY GILLINGHAM, @ yeuthtui tleman adventurer, arrived GO ON WITH THR sTORY : CHAPTER Ilr ‘Cayley looked round suddenly at “the voice. » “Gan I help? sald Antony polltely. “Bomethin, happened,” sald He was breathing quickly heard a shot. It was in the Ii » A loud bang. And the door's ” He rattled the handle and shook it. “Open the “I say, Mark, what H? Open the door! “But he must have locked the ON purpose,” eaid Antony. “So should ho open it just because Fou ask him tot Cayley turned to the door again. “We must break it tn," he eald, put ting his shoulder to it. “Tan't there a window?* indow? Window “Bo much easier to break In a window,” said Antony with a smile. | He looked very coo! and collected, as he stood just maide the hall, leaning ‘om his stick. erenr em What an He pushed past Antony, and be. running out Into the drive. An- followed him. They ran along ‘the front of the house, down a path ‘e left, and then to the left again the grasa, Cayley tn front, the close behind him. Suddenty Wooked over his shoulder and on to the lawns at the the house. But now they . Antony couldn't help it example, and put tie 8 i sbtee abheZ ill Tr ej i Hehe -| now, Mr. Cayley, we shan’t do any man shot | sald Cayley absently. An- gone to the locked 4oor, turning the handle. “T eup- put the key In his pocket,” ald, as he came back to the body { “Wher 3 shrugged his shoulders. Whoever did this,” he said, potnt- F Ofe RED HOUSE | MYSTERY, of the} sound of Cayley | 2, 1922, ing to the man on the floor, @eaat Help me," aatd Cayley atmply. They turned the body on to tts back, nerving themselves to look at it. Robert Ablett had been shot be tween the eyes. . “Did you know him well? said Antony quietly, He meant, “Were | you fond of him? | “Is he “Hardly at all, Mark ts the brother I knew boat.” He hesitaaed, and then sald, “Perhaps I'd better get fome water.” There was another door opposite | to the locked one, which led, as An jtony was to discover for himself al rectly, Into a pasgage from which opened two more rooma. Cayley Stepped into the passage, and opened the door on the right. The door from the office, thru which he had gone, remained open, The door at the end of the short passage was shut. An. tony, kneeling by the body, followed | Cayley with his eyes, and, after he | had disappeared, kept his eyes on the blank wall of the passage, but he was | not conactous of that at which he waa | looking, for his mind was with the | other man, sympathtatng with him. Cayley came Into the room again, murmured something, and knelt down to bathe the dead man’s face. | Thea he placed the handkerchief over It. They stood up and looked at each other, “If T oan be of any help to you.” said Antony, “please let me. “That's very kind of you. There will be things to do. But you mustn't let _me trespass on your business.” “I came to see Beverley. He te an olf friend of mine.” “He's out playing golf. He will be back directly." “IT will stay tf I can be of any help.” “Please Go. You sea, there are women.” He hesttated, and gave Antony « timid little amile, pethetic in eo Mg and self-reliant a man. “Just your moral support, you know.” : “Ot course.” Antony smiled back at him. and sald cheerfully, “Well. then, I'll begin by suggesting that you should ring up the police. “The police? Y-~yes." He looked foudtfully at the other. “I sup- Antony epoke frankly. “Now, look here, Mr—er—" “Cayley. I'm Mark Ablett's cou- stn. I Itve with him.” “My name's Giitingham. I'm sorry, T ought to have told you before. Wi “Thank Godi” he murmured, and let the body go again. good by pretending. Here's been shot—well, somebody him.” Cayley shrugged his and went to the telephone. “May I—er—look round a bit?” Antony nodded toward the open door. "Oh, Go. Yea.” He eat down and) drew the telephone toward him.| “You must mak | Mr, Gillingham. shoulders | Of course, you're ADVENTURES © OF ET! > | | | allowances for mea, } with |door which is now locked. WELL PARTNER} WHERE Vou wANT ‘To GO 1S SIXTEEN MILES FROM HERE, AN TLL “ore Vou ff THERE FoR FIVE DOLLARS» VE'LL HAVE “fO WAIT “TILL I FIND MY HOSS He's BEEN OUT GRAZIN' TH" LAST. “Two “ese FOR ME GOING TOA quite right, and I'm merely being stupid.” He tpok off the recetver. Let us suppose that, for the pur pose of making a first acquaintance this “offies.” we are coming ft from the hall, thru the Aa we stand just inside the door, the length of the room rups right and left Acros the breadth of the room (some fifteen feet) is that other door, by which Cayley went out and returned a few minutes ago. In the right hand wall, thirty feet away from us, are the French windows. Crossing the'room and going out by the op- posite door, we come into @ passage, from which two rooms lead. ‘The one on the right, into which into Naney and Nick were passing thé latePatch when a worried voice palied out: "Oty please, sir, and please, Pam, would you mind calling the “Who are you and where do you Malied Nancy in reply. ame the voice. i tater-vine. I'm Mes. Tater ee Something's happened to ¥" ran off to! the blueberry 86 fast as his legs would carry fo get the fairy doctor and stayed to cornfort Mrs. Tater. “Right Perey 8 » Physician understand why people will bit to dangerous operations for filind transplantation when it ts Met as effective aw the newer meth- o Which require no operation. P'iere are many dixeases and weak- Z m that respond wondertully to hese treatments and for « limited ite the doctor ts going to give ipe! nird ave. Hours 10-12, 2-6. Pall at once if you are interested.— rtinement, “Pd say it’s a case of mistaken identity, Mrs, Tater-Bug nce to interested people | Bug, whom she found after a care ful search in a cozy leat house. “Oh! exclaimed Mrs. Tater-Bug, dashing some dowdrops on her eyes | to take away the redness, “My poor, | poor Timmy! I went out for a min. | ute to ask Mrs. Beetle if she knew | what the green stuff was Farmer | Smith was sprinkling around, and| left Timmy in bis crip as nige as anything. an 3 ‘put when ¥ came back, gomething ‘awful*haa happened. Timmy's nice stripes had turned to black spots and he’s red all over. I'm afraid it's either chicken-pox or measles.” Just then the fairy doctor arrived. He pulled down the covers and look- ed at Timmy this way and that and every which way. “H'm!" he said wisely, “H’m! I'd ay it's 2 case of-mistaken Identity, Mra. Tater Bug.” “Oh, how dreadful ahrieked Timmy's mother. “We—will be die, doctor?” “Not unless he's out eating the | green stuff Farmer Smith «prinkted | | Cayley went, ts less than half the length of the office, s small, square jroom, which has evidently been used |xome time or other as bedroom |The window faces the same way as the French windows in the next room. ‘The room on the other aide of the bédroom is a bathroom. The three rooms together, in fact, form a sort of private suite. Antony wandered tnto the , bed room. The window was open, and he locked out at the peaceful stretch of park. “Cayley thinks he 414 ft,” sald An- tony to himself, “That's obvious, It explains why he wasted so much time banging on the door. Why [should he try to break a lock when At's #0 much easier to break a win- dow? Of course, he might just have lort his head; on the other hand, he might have wanted to give his cou rin a chance of getting away, Why 4id we run all the way round the house in order to get to the win- dows?” outside, and he turned round, to see Cayley in the doorway, He remained looking ‘at him for a moment, ask ing himself a question. It was rather a curtous question, He was “We won't have to scrape along an hourt’ Jack exclaimed. “Peggina! I've got a job! Better. much better than any I've had, dear. “1 forgot to mention it--you threw those letters—and Bonny—and Bar. nick's money at me os soon as I WHAT KIND OF A LOOKING WEEK THAT WAS WANDERING ‘There was a ntep in the passage | ly. OUR FIRST. YEAR By a Bride LXXVIII—ALL OUR WOE IS TURNED TO JOY THE SEATTLE STAR OUR BOARDING HOUSE AROUND = Now I see WHAT “TH! ASKED IF WE BY AHERN | ae Joon 1" IM_A HURRY ~ I'm BANQUET AND asking himself why the door was open. Well, not exactly why the door ‘was open; that could be explained easily enough. But why had be ex pected the door to be shut. He did not remember shutting it, but some. how he was surprised to see It open | now, to see Cayley thru the doorway, just coming into the room. Some thing worked subconsciously in his brain and told him that ft was eur prising. Why? Cayley joined him at the window. “I've telephoned,” he = said. “They're sending an inepector or some one from Middleston, and the local police and doctor from Stan-/ ton.” Antony felt quite sure, from what | Cayley had said and had hesitated | to way, that Mark had been the Inst to nee his brother alive. It didn’t fol fow that Mark Ablett waa a derer. Revolvers go off accidentally: and when they have gone off, peopl lone their heads and run away, fear. | tng that their story will not be be-| Meved. Nevertheless, when people | run away, whether innocently or guiltily, one can’t help wondering | which way they went. “I muppone this way,” ania Antony , looking out of the window. I wonder,” “Well, he didn't go by the windows in the next room, because they were shut.” “Tan’t, that rather ofA?” “well, I thought no at first, but—" Ho pointed to the wall jutting out on the right. “You sea, you're protect 1 mur. | | ed from the rest of the house if you get out here, If you go out at the French windows, I imagine you're much more visible.” Cayley looked at him thoughtful. “Tt seems to me, Mr. Gillingham, that you know the house pretty well, considering that this is the first time you've been to ft.” (Continued Tomorrow) learn the tricks! Of course we spent the next hour talking over @ Wonderful oppor: tunity—we looked ahead years and years—not until after dinner did we) get back to the present. “T like this chance more because Jaround. Thix t#n’t Timmy at all. | came in—didn’t give me & chance to | you like it, Pegey. A man wants hia| It's TAly LadyBug, who's crawled | tell wife to like what he's doing. in here to take a nap.” | “Mr, Tearle fs going to open anew! “You see, dear, T love you so. (To Be Continued) branch. Bart and I shall run ft. I'm| You've thought all along 1 wan't (Copyright, 1922, by Beattie Star) Yes, THIS 1S SOME WILD t+ was CONDUCTOR wee t BET || MEATT WHEN “H' Srenmness poe on Be iu bs ae eRe A eoavecrd ONLY USED UP WERE “To PLAY THE OLD HOME TOWN PAGE 11 BY STANLEY HOLD ER . NEWT SHES MARSHAL OTEY WALKER, FULLY INTENDED Boys UPSET HIS PLANS DEYS ALL FULL neighborhood, “Come here,” he called affeo tionately to David and Peggy, “I want to show you the meanest man fn the world; no, who played the meanest trick tn the world.” Laughing, he threw his arm across the shoulder friend and tntr : “We went some more miles, H. B. Contne. and finally reached the Longmire “When we were boys,” Mr.) home Hines began, “living near Olym. | “Now, Mr. Longmire had a pia, on our father’s claims, this of By man and I were chuma, “Now just to look at him you would have no idea as to what sort of fellow he is, “T'll tell you what he did: We both had horses of our own to} had a saddle and bridle, while I had only a sad ride and he dle. “Moreover, IT didn't know my horse as well as he knew his and ns HIE ered QQGCQQaeuQuQ0$0$a QQ l—=E=E=¥@~—“” furtoust “But T loved you so, little girl! So I couldn't let you see. ing to compromise, darling!” “I suppose when a man loves a girl in the best way he forgets about himself,” T murmured. pone when a girl forgets herself for they've found the greatest a man love there 4s." “Right there you've hit the flaw in our prenuptial contract, dear, We | mi wanted to remain independent hu going to go to work tomorrow to jealous of Bart, Dearest, I've been man belngs. We took it for granted “And I sup have which the kiddies rushed upon | him at the Pioneer meeting. But ‘most everybody else had “rushed upon” him, too, you ses, he is @ much loved pioneer, and | everybody knows him and Tum- water is right in his old boyhood the man an juced him as Mr, I was will- Page 744 THE MEANEST TRICK EVER PLAYED If Mr. Hines were not used to such greetings he might been startied at the manner in| I wan afraid to use a rope for a bridle as he suggested. ‘awl Come on! he begged me, ‘I want you to take a trip with mv; it's « long trip and I hate to £0 alone.” “Where are you going? I ask- 4 him, ‘Come on and I'll show you,’ said he, ‘Come and I'll let you use my bridle and I'll use @ rope.’ “That sounded fair enough, and seotng what @ generous fellow he really was, I felt I could hardly refuse him. 80 T went. “Well, he surely led me up one long trail; for miles and miles we rode, chatting cozily and I thought to myself, ‘It ts a long, lonesome trip for @ boy to take by himself, I'm glad I came along,’ old | Gaughter and—and when we got there this fellow, yes, this fellow maid to me ‘Well, good-bya, George, this is as far as I go, Thank you for your company, 1 hope you have a good trip back and won't get lonesome.’ “"You aren't going to let me fo all that way back alone,’ 1 | sald. “‘Sure I am? was his answer.” and the idea of one man for one woman and the dependance of the wo were not to consider each | woman on the man. oe “We can't escape our instincts, Modern stuft—the popular cult-— | masculine or feminine.” ——" “T geo,” sald I. “Common fust- “And at the end of our firat year |average jealousy has its uses, It self-forgetting is the only recipe for happiness.” nor live it down.” “There's something stranger than| ‘Peg, do you remember what we cults and opinions shaping human | were saying lately about partnership? institutions,” sald Jack, “Instinct |'That in every combination of two, de them to #tart with, And that's} one was bound to rule?” Instinet sustains them “In a partnership of two, yes! But “Instinct has built up the home Jack! This isn't geing to be @ part couldn't scorn it, nor get rid of it, TO ACCOMPANY THE SUSPICIOUS STRANGER ON HIS DRIVE WITH A HIRED LIVERY RIG BUT SMALL, we've discovered good old. fashioned | roused you and me, dear Jack, We! Deae CverstT ~ HOW'S THe’ SLAVS ¢ we're HAVING {Al MAGNIFICENT TIME —- FISHING,. MUNTING , BOATING, “SWinminG, Coo RBRESZES AND s GVGCYWHING_« Jim. it HOPS THES Tay (3 NOT FAR DISTANT WHEN (T Wit BS Pose Siecse yro * TRANSMIT AND Direct A Good SWIieT? UPPER © nership of two—next yearf* I hfa my fape on my husband's shoulder, “Peggins! Pegginst’ Jack whisper ed. “Look at me! What? Tell mer “T mean that next year—there'll be a junior partner—added to this firm!" “And T bet he won't arbitrater* Jack was positive. “And I hope he'll take after his mother—" “And be one grand little deter? miner! Oh, I understand you, all right, Jack derling!* End cConvright 123% by Basia shan LORIE TT 9