The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 5, 1922, Page 11

eal SR RENAE HORI SERIES ATSC ASR RESIS UCIT RES as 5, 1922. THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN PAGE 11 BY STANLEY ATURDAY, AUGUST » ¥ Ie RED HOUSE | OUR BOARDING HOUSE THE OLD HOME TOWN ) MYSTERY vy AA MILNE @ gt BP mm Company -_—- BMGIN HERE TODAY A fevotver ehot was heard two minutes G OBERT ADLETT, ne'er-do-well brother RK ANLETT, the b @f The Ret House, Die 13 years’ edeenm Been waheret Into M NY GILLINGHAM. Adventurer and , BYERL jomem “tn, unding jee and deme two men ent toviter tim and Antony “whinge are fo happen here eon ; m STORY GO ON WITH Tit was walking acrom the toward them, a dig, heavy 4 man, twth one of those 4 man, with one of those can never quite be called plain. yy nodded as he came to therm, Patood there for a moment. can make room for you,” sald getting up. don't bother, thanks. I just to say,” he went on to Antony, naturally they've rather lost heads tn the kitchen, and din. won't be till half-past elght. De as you like about dressing, of Having salad what he wanted to iy Cayley remained there a little diy, ae if not sure whether &9 or to stay. Antony wondered he wanted to talk about the on’s happenings, or whether eas the one eubject he wished to To break the ailence he carelessly tf the Inspector had nodded. Then he sald ab iy, “He's getting a warrant for arrest.” itl made a suitably sympathetic and Antony said with a shrug y want to get bold of your cousin, , nt or guilty.” ' “Which do you think he i, Mr. uin mr sald Cayley, looking at "Well, there may be nothing fn It: just wondered. Suppose Robert killed a9 you say, and suppose lost his head and thought of othing but getting away before any leme could see him. Well, very Ikely 4 lock the door and put the key hie pocket. He'd do it without 3 Just to gain a moment's “Yes, that's what I suggest.” “Yen, that’s all right if the key tw One day Phil Frog and Munch Mouse and Mrs. Bat had a\~™. » confab. One day Phil Frog and Munch Mouse and Mrs. Bat had a confab. It was about Oscar Owl, “Yes, sir,” Munch Mouse was say- ing. “It's true, for my cousin, Harry HouseMouse, saw it in a book. A p brown owl sometimes eats 20 mice, j 20 frogs and a dozen bats in one ey day.” “Goodness! gasped Phil. “At that fate not one of our children or ‘grandchildren will be left, to say nothing of ourselves!’ Mrs. Bat wagged her head indig- nantly. She was hanging upside down by her féet inside a hollow tree. Usually at this time of day. he was asleep, but news like this ould waken anybody. “What's to be done?” she croaked, “J thought maybe Dr. Snuffles and ipers coul ddo something for Munch Mouse. “Those ins are kind-hearted and they're Let's go and tell them the ole thing.” fo Munch ran, Mrs. Bat flew over to the fairy dow them both, | Phil hopped ana} jthere. Bug suppose it ian't there?” | ‘The suggestion, made as if it were | jalready an established fact, startled “What do you mean?” sald Cayley, “Well, its Just @ question of where [people happen to keep their keys. | You go up to your bedroom, and per |haps you lke to lock your door in [ease anybody comes wandering ty | when you've only got one sock and hed pair of braces on. Well, that's natural enough, But downstatra people don’t lock themselves in, It's] really never done at all, Bill, for (Instance, has never locked himself nto the dining-room im order to be alone with the sherry. On the other hand, all women, and particularly servants, have a horror of burglars, And If a durglar gets In by the win. | dow, they like to limit his activities |to that particular room. Bo they keep the keys on the outside of the | doors and lock the doors when they }go to bed." He knocked the ashes } out of his pipa, and added, “At least, my mother always used to. “You mean,” said Bill excitedty, “that the key was on the outside of the door when Mark went {nto the room?" “Well, I was fust wondering.” “Teli me something adout Mark,” 4ald Antony suddenly, “Have you noticed the other rooms the billlard-room, and Ubrary, and @0 on?” sald Cayley. “I've only just thought about ft live here--havent’ you ever noticed them?” Cayley eat considering, with his head on one side. “It seems rather absurd, you know, but I cant say that I have.” He turned to BU. “Have you? I should never th Hue iF accidental theory and see where No Instinctive turning now, ts there? He's got | door to get ft, and open- Goor means showing his enybody tn thé hall—his cousin, for instance, whom he left there two minutes ago. Is 4 man in Mark's state of mind, frightened to death lest he should be found with oe 53 fis ie sf afraid of you and of everybody else.” “Yea, I expect you're right.” sald) Bit thoughtfully. “Unless he took | the key in with him, and locked the | door at ones.” | “Exactly. But in that case you have to build up @ new theory en tirely.” “You mean that tt makes ft seem geema to make Mark out an absolute iiiot. Just suppose for a moment that, for urgent reasons which tora house by the blueberry patch and soon told their troubles. “It’s too bad!” said kind Nancy. ly “And too greedy! declared Nick. | “And too much!" nodded Dr. Snut. | fles. “I'll speak to Oncar at once.” ‘Tree Flats they went, no—not Phil Frog and his friends—but others. Oncar was at home, but asleep. Also he was as cross as a bear at being wakened in broad daylight. “Oacart’ said Dr. Snuffies, “I know you didn’t send for ma, but I naw you yes! ay, and you looked so bad I thought I'd call, Stick out your tongue, please. “There! That's it. Just as 1 thought. Too much frog and mouse and bat. You'll have to diet for two months, Nothing but « few bugs and @ mobquito or two. | “Now remember! I'll |well in spite of yourself.” Phil and Munch and Mrs. Bat did ig when they heard the news (fo We Continaed) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Stax have you WHAT “TWAT Visor “HERE Son %* BLESS MY SOUL IF IT WHILE WE ARE ALL HERE “TOGETHER | WANT TO TAKE “ay g. 4 SBackwoops "RA UP THE SUBJECT OF VACATION ~| THAT 1 KRAVE ALINE ON A BEAUTIFUL pice any OUTOF SE WERE, 19 (7 [cw « TLL ROLL You A GAME FoR Your DUDS AN! \N SIK SHAKES Nou'Lt BE A WERMIT = YEAR an W CRE 1 GUESS [ WON'T BE ABLE TO GET AWAY THIS SUMMER AND'THIS WILL STILL GIVE Me A LITTLE CHANGE ~ ILL WERE FWE S AGO OBODY HAS HAD ANY AM WW WELL Twa’ Off to Oscar Owl's house in Maple | | LITTLE COTTAGE ON THE LAKE WHERE | CAN COME Sow You iM “TO THE OFFICE EVERY DAY _AND BE WITH You IN THE neither of you know anything about, he had wished to get rid of his brother, Would he have done it like that? Just killed him and then run away? Why, that’s practically sut- cide No. If you really wanted to remove an undesirable brother, you would do it @ little bit more cleverly than that.” Cayley had been astlent, apparently thinking over this new idea. With his eyes still on the ground, he said now: “[ hold to my opinion that !t was purely acctdental, and that Mark loat his head and ran away.” “But what about the key?” asked Bill “We don’t know yet that the keys were outside.” “Oh, well, of course, If they are inside, then your original theory is probably the correct one Having often seen them outside, I just won Gered—that's a “Pven if the key was outside,” went on Cayley stubborniy, “I still think ft might have been accidental. He might have taken it in with him, knowing that the Interview would be | an unpleagant one, and not wishing to be interrupted.” “But he had just tela you to stand by In case he wanted you; #0 why should he lock you out? Besides, 1) should @hink that if a man were going to have an unpleasant Inter- view with a threatening relation, the last thing he would do would be to barricade himself in with him. He , ‘Get out of itr” Cayley was nilent, but his mouth looked obstinate. Antony gave a Uttle apologetic laugh and stood up. "WHOM SHALL Romance came swiftly into the life of MOLLY WAYND that night of the im the Midvale Boat club, She kn that three men were deeply in love with her BUN WHEPLER, keen and efficient manufacturer BILLY BARTON, youthful architect, and the tian who had just proposed to her, in the Joon: jept off her feet by bi With « wrench of the will, Molly struggled for aelf-possession, “Don, dear,” she gasped huskily, drawing out of hia embrace. “We must think this out— She put her hand to her hot cheek, to her fore: head, distractedly, 314 want to open all the doors and | ———= BY Z0K BECKLEY the NO. 8—SO WHEELER CHARGES IN JEALOUS RAGE— ANGER SPURS MOLLY TO PREPARE FLIGHT ON THE MIDNIGHT EXPRESS, | “Well, come on, Bill,” he anid; | “we ought to be stepping.” Ho held | out @ hand and pulled his friend up. Then, turning to Cayley, he went . “You must forgive me if I have) let my thoughts runon rather.” | | “That's all right, Mr. Gillingham,” said Cayley, standing up too. “You | say that you're going up to the inn now about your bast” | y nodded and turned to go house. Antony took hold of arm and walked off with him in the opposite direction. CHAPTER VII } ‘They walked tn atlence for @ little, until they had left the house and, gardeny well behind them. “Tell me something about Mark,” eaia Antony suddenly. | “What sort of things? “Well, never mind about his being | your host, or about your being a perfect gentieman, or anything like that. Cut out the Manners for Men, and tell me what you think of Mark, and how you like staying with him, | 4 how many rows your little hours party has had this week, and how | you get on with Cay nd all the | reat of it.” | Bill looked at him eagerty. } “T aay, are you being the complete detective?” “Well, I wanted a new profession,” smiled the other, “What fun! I mean,” he corrected himself apologetically, Sone onghtn’t | to kay that, when there's a man | dead in the hours, and one's host—" He broke off a little uncertainily. — | “Well?” said Antony, “Carry on. | | Mark.” (Continued Monday) FOR | Don shook his head, smiling with a tenderness it was pain to resist. | ernie isn’t the time to think, dear est. Don't you love me?” Molly’s hand wavered to her tem- ple. “Oh, Don—you're very—very |dear, But I simply must think. There's something I” “You might as well try to swim by thinking about itl he protested, seizing her hands again. Come with me on the midnight express to- night.” His wan compelling. Molly felt her mind clouding as he tone A PICTURE THE THING ‘ar. * * Serenades mimes Page HOW DID THEY FP “What aid David asked, “what could they do with nobody to help ‘em? Did the | house just burn down?” “That's @ queer thing, son,” (addy said. “A mighty queer thing. In writing of it Bawin doesn’t nay how they aaved the house; maybe he doesn’t knew; he | just said that ‘with the help of the Indians the fire was extin- guished (that means put out, you know,) and « few of the things tn the room were saved. “Rut he says tt was an awful | time for bis mother, the house was too badly burned to live tn a #0 the Walkers took | them crowded little} home, and Mr. McDonald, the man in charge of Fort Colville, sent men to repair the house #0 that Mr. and Mrs, Kells could live in it again. “and just six months later, tn | the summer of 1841, this yin Eells, who tells the story, was born; right there in the little made-over, half-burned home, among savage Indians and wild horses, and there he grew up. Awin learned to ride a horse when he was % years old, and after he wos a little bit older he and his little brother got to be such good riders that they weren't they do, dad 0 ———_—_—_—_———— At the words the glowing mist cleared in Molly's brain, No, with steady voice. “I have got think—about you, about my work, about me, The stronger our love Is —If it is love—the better it will stand thinking out, Don—" She fintfed the sentence by bend. ing over, picking up the oars and putting them tnto his hands. The Molly who was “sure as an adding By Mabel ©) | all right, but—as so often happens Don," she said tenderly but | “my answer before the dance ts over. to | machine” seemed fo strongly In com: | went on; “You must think about Jeve-abyut Ufew~hy Lying it” sae mand that Donald obeyed, tho sulk. \had something-—important joy, and turmed the boat back toward! over with Dan.” WATT N NN S) ‘S vy OTEY WALKER GOES DIRECT TO oF EE WHAT THE SUSP CENTRAL HOTEL. ToS STRANGER KNOWS ABOUT NOW, HERES A PICTURE OF THE COTTAGE - You SEE IT’S RIGHT ON THE LAKE- You GET A FINE VIEW ANO PLENTY OF TREES AND A NICE BeAcH! 7 LSARSR. *» TAT UT OUT THE FIRE? satisfied with their pontes, which were easy ‘pacing’ horses; they THE PosT OFPPICE ROBBERY HOLD ER _ NEWT SHES AREARIN’ a ae, ] \ s Sj it — = i MIMI Wi » eg ICIoLs THE £ =o SS 4. COMPLEX AND DIFFICULT COMPREHENSION, BECOME SO MUCH For INSTANCS ZT WAS, | (NKIN @ OF THS INCOM® TAX = ~—-==- wanted to trot. “One day the two little fellows were way off by themselves, and Edwin said, ‘ 1 wonder why father don't want us to trot these horses; {t's a hundred times more fun to trot; he can’t eee us—let's get a little switch aplece and see if wo can make ‘em trot.’ “Well, they made ‘’am trot’ Rest, BYT IF Pe at when little folks think they can do a thing on the sly, and nobody will see them, Mr. Eells just hap- pened to see them. “‘Boys,’ he called, ‘didn’t I tell you not to trot those horses?’ . sir,’ said the boys, “Well, now you can get on thene horses,’ and he bounced them! up on two big, fast trotting horses, ‘you'll trot till I say you can quit." “Whoopee! David exclaimed feelingly, remembering how he felt the time he rode the horse up the mountain, “what did the boys dor” “Edwin says,” daddy told him, “that he was forever oured of wanting to ride trotting horses and almost cured of any further disobedience, “There was one other horse story he told, which came near be- ing very rertous," daddy added, (To Be Continued) SsoBvecT Wheeler did not answer until they had envered the club, Then he re sumed his words like hammer strokes: “The only thing that seems tm: portant to you just now, Molly, ts Donald Manning. And the only im- portant thing to Manning is Manning -~and his harem. What have you got to do with that?” Molly stopped dancing as frozen suddenly to the floor, “Ben Wheeler,” she said, her voice “I'm #0 sorry, Ben,” said Molly, | vibrating with astonishment and an- simply and sincerely, “but 1 really |ger, “Donald Manning has asked me to talk|.—to marry him, And I think you've helped me Ben, tg pevide.’ the boathouse, “But you'll give mo,” he pleaded, | If we are to leave tonight-~ | A ekift, powerfully propelled by Ben Wheeler, slid out of the dark to their side. “You promised me the 12th dance, Molly," his tone was as cold and hard as the click of a machine, “and the thing 1s all but over.” tho WE'RE OUT HERS For YoU WANT TO MAKE Yours MANGNT dust ®RiIng-ve-s ONcS MORS A TEMPORA She moved off toward where Don |was watching them under knit jbrows. Wheeler, stunned momentar ily, overtook her, “How nice! He could not keep” the trony from his tone. “And so jyou are thinking of marrying our | matinee tdolt Then, some dynamo in Wheeler seemed to start im aotion, “Well, I'l help you decide with a vengeance, And before she could | fathom his meaning, he ran from the clubhouse and leaped into his big | oar, (To Be Continued) . (Copyrighy 1944 by Seattle Star) |