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7, 1922, MONDAY, AUGUST. “Yoa, I realty think he might, you know, He nearly ren away when he saw the ghost.” “Well, now,” sald Antony, “what about Cayley? caren do you mean, what about him?" “Ir want to see him. TI can see Mark perfectly, thanks to you, Bill, You were wonderful, Now let's -|have Cayley’s character, Cayley } trom within.” | Bill laughed to pleased embarrass ment, and protested that he was not & blooming novelist, “Besides,” he added, “Mark's easy. Cayley’s one of these heavy, ulet people, who might be thinking bout anything. Mark gives him. self away . . . Usly, diack-Jawed devil, isn't het “Some women ike that type of iness." “Yea that's true. Between our selves, I think there's one here who does, Rather a pretty girl at Jal lands"—he waved his left hand— “down that way.” “What's Jallands?* “It's a country cottage belonging to a widow called Norbury, Mark and Cayley used to go there a good deal together. Miss Norbury—the has been here once or twice for his; seemed to prefer Cayley to the rest of us, But of course he hadnt much time for that sort of ‘hat sort of thingT™ “Walking about with a pretty gtr! and asking her if she's been to ary theaters lately, He nearly always had something to do.” “Mark kept him busy? “Yes. Mark never seemed quite happy unless he had Cayley doing HERR TODAY ABLETT, nefer-do-well broth bachelor proprietor of . hed deen ushered Inte Dis return from a 1b= ‘who had be: by Cay- The Red Mouse with the inquest te over, refuses t the theory of Inapector Birch | Rodert, Reveral door wee pave looked It? nak him all he knows ef Mark’ SO ON TRE sTORY ‘ silent, wondering how to thoughts which had themselves very defi- n own mind, Seeing his ht to have warned you that ing that you say will be taken pty the reporters, fo you " about a split Infinitive ~ we. about anything you “Yea I should say so. In a tective kind of way, He'd aise up. of course—his vanity, his seit importance, Lis amateurishness and all the rest of it-but he liked look . | ing after him. And he knew how to manage bim.” They reached the tnt, and Antony ‘went upstairs to hie room. He re- turned his brushes to his bag, sianced round to eee that nothing else had been taken out, and went down again to pay his bill CHAPTER VIII .| Antony's bedroom looked over the park at the back of the house. He was sitting on his bed, in shirt and trousers, absently smoothing down his thick black hair with hie brushes, when Bill shouted an “Hal- lo™ thru the door, and came tn. “Ismay. buck up, old boy, I'm hungry,” be sald. Antony stopped emocthing him- self and looked up at him thought “Where's Mark?” be eald. “Mark? You mean Cayley” Antony corrected himself with a ig enough for it.” ttle laugh. “Yes, I mean Cayley, it wae an accident, as|/Is he down? I say, I ehan't be « viey says, would he lose his head | moment, Bill." He got up from the run away? bed and went on briskly with his Bul considered for a moment. Greasing. ADV SHTURES pet Py: A hn Tt swam gracefully about, spreading its wings and folding them again proudlif. Mr. Waggietai! Duckbill was out/a long neck away out on Lily Pond, Of & walk, Hoe stopped every now | It swam gracefully about, spreading Bé then 10 gobble up something to|'t? whe and folding them egain proudly, ns Then he would go on again: “H'm?" said Mr. Duckbill, looking ir. Duckhill was feeling fine and |awhile and then gazing thoughtfully Nery happy. He even hummed a|at his own reflection in the water. ttle tune: “I wonder why I have ew a ; short neck, and no wings to speak TA fg he would a-wootng go jor" Whether his Mammy would let Him| | ‘Then he went on With bie walk and Is wong. } By and by he saw a@ pony in a field waving his fine, long tall about to chase the flies away. “Him! said Mr. Duckbill again. “What a fing tail! I wonder why I have such a nubby one! He went on with his walk again, and his song. “Goodness! What a fine pair of legs that bird has! That must be Mr. Crane. I wonder why I have such ugly, short legs!” This time he went on with his walk, but not his song, “How do you do this fine morn- jing?” suid Dr, Snuffles, passing by. “Rotten!” grumbled Mr, Duckbill, MOVIES m going home and go to bed?” infanta, children or adults. 360! Jealousy, my dears, is the worst all drug stores, or went, p. p., by |Tisease there in, Der Drug Co, Spokane.—Adver- | (To Be Continued) nth (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Stary , oT no, i umpty larum a diddie ohf* He stopped and ate a beetle. Then he went on and sang his pas all over again ‘A frog he would a-wootng £0,” nd #0 on. This time he stopped and ate « He hummed another Ine and opped to eat a white grub. He'd eaten a fuzzy worm, a bee, rain-toad and a grasshopper when je spied a lovely white creature with Candied Laxative Waters WERE ONLY A Few 'MILK- FED MOSQUITOES UP HERE EH? = WELL SAV, IF THESE ARE MILK-FED, MEY DRILLED THRU "CANS “ID GET (Ts IT'S THESE BOYS THIS VACATION WILL MEAN MUCH ‘To MB! “Oh, by the way,” sald Bill, taking his piace on the bed, “your idea about the keys is a wash-out.” “Why, how do you meant” “I went down just now and bad a look at them. Some were outside and some inside, and there you are It makes it much less exciting. When you were talking about it on the lawn, I really got quite keen on the idea of the key being outside Jand Mark taking it in with him." | “It's going to be exciting enough,” }eaid Antony quietly, as he trans | ferred his pipe and tobacco Into the | pocket of his biack coat. “Well, let's some down; I'm ready now." | Cayley was waiting for them in | the hall. The thres of them fell into |@ casual conversation. | “You were quite right about the | xeyn,” said Hill, during a pause. | “Keys,” said Cayley blankly. | “We were wondering whether they were outside or inside.” “Oh! ob, yest” He looked slowly round the hall, at the different doors, and then smiled in a friendly way at |Antony, “We both seem to have Ho gave « shrug. “T just wondered, you know, 1 thought it) was worth mentioning.” “Oh, quite, Not that you would have convinced me, you know, Just as Fisle's evidence doesn’t convince | me.” “Wistet™ said BM excitedly, An-| tony looked inquiringly at him, won: dering who Elsie was. “One of the housemaldas,” explained Cayley. “You didn’t hear what she told the inspector?” Cayley told them of what Elsie |bad heard thru the office door that afternoon. “You were In the Mhrary then, of course,” sald Antony, rather to him- self than to the other. “she might have gone thru the hall without your hearing.” THE SEATTLE STAR wre 'em! You GUYS HAVE MORE KNOCKS THAN A “SPEAKEASY" Door! « Jes’ PARK YouUR MOAN AN! TLL WARM UP SOME SMOKE “TD cuRL ‘eM! “Ob, I've no doubt she wae there, and heard voices. Perhaps heard those very words, But—" He broke off, and then added impatiently, “It) was accitantal, I know ft was acct. | dental. What's the good of talking | as if Mark was a murderer? Din-| ner was announced et that moment, | and as they went in, he added, | "What's the good of talking about it at all, if It comes to that?” | “What, indeed?” aaid Antony, and/ to Hill's great disappointment they | talked of books and politics during the meal, | Cayley made an excune for leaving them as soon aa their cigars were alight. He had business to attend to, as was natural, Bill would look | after his friend. Bill was only too} willing. “Leva go outside,” suggested An tony. “I want to talk to you.” “Good man, What about dowling-green?” They came out of the front door and followed the drive to the left. ‘The road bent round to the right, but they kept etraight on over @ brond grass path for twenty yards, | and there in front of them was the green. A dry ditch, ten feet wide and six feet deep, surrounded It, ex- cept In the one place where the path | went forward. “Yon, it hides tteelf very nicely,” anid Antony, “Where do they keep the bowls?” “In a sort of summerhouse place. Round here.” They walked along the edge of the) green unti] they came to Ita low wooden bunk which had been built inte one wall of the ditch. ‘They finished their ciroutt of the green—"Just in onse anybody's In the ditch,” said Antony—and then sat down on the bench, “Now then,” said Bill. alone. Tire ahend.” (Continued Tomorrow) | the! “We are DON MANNING, handsome leading man ‘of the Midvale Stock company, asked | MOLLY WAYNE to marry him on the! night of the dance at the Midvale | Jioat club. Within 20 minutes after a | breathless consent, Molly found her felt tangled in @ romantic mase, She knew that | r |, reaolute and deter. | joved her, an aid uthful arehitect, | a temper on learn ing the news and vows that he will show Molly something Manning, WHOM SHALL MOLLY M BY ZOE BECKLEY —~~~_~______) NO. 4—THE TANGLE OF MOLLY’S ROMANCE BE- COMES MORE INVOLVED AS BILLY BARTON APPEARS AS THE THIRD SUITOR ARRY As Molly sat where Wheeler had left her, pale and wondering what was behind his threat, Don Manning came up, his face dark with a frown, be “What's that hardware man been naying?” “Nothing that need worry you, Don,” Molly's voice was gentle but jhe jor 0 or conversing |" r expression not reassuring. BY AHERN THESE BABIES <THEY INHALE IT WHY SAY, “TH! NATIVES UP HERE pony USE YEAST 1 RAISE “THEIR "BREAD DOUGH = “MEY JUST LET TH’ MOSQUITOES, WELL, ILL BET 1 GO SOME PLACE, AFTER DRAGGIN® “THIS “THING Down! ie * SAMY = Biprajme | Ce am r A. fy, it ya A Ahi £ wr” » G (| PAGE 11 BY STANLEY 4 NOW MARSHAL OTSY WALKER FINDS “THE SUSP!ICIOUS STRANGER WAS PLAYING CHECKERS WITH THE NIGHT CLERK AT THE VERY HOUR “THE POST OFFICE, WAS ROBBED — THE MYSTERY GROWS — | WonDeR IF DADDY WILL LeT ME TAKE MY Bicyce attle Story Irookk.” —————————————— Page 748 THEY RODE AN INDIAN “This other time,” daddy went on, “the two little boys (remember | they weren't much bigger than Peggy) were riding one horse, and | an they had never known any | towg or any other country than that one in which they had been born—the new West Coast coun- try—they often rode far, far from home without any thought ef fear, “And when they got tired riding they would get down off the hors» and pick berries or play in the shade of a tree or do whatever they wanted to do without paying any attention to the horse which would contentedly nibble around on the dvep grass till the boys wore ready to get on his back again. “But on this day that he writes about, they had been playing some | Uttle time when suddenly they | heard a noise of many hoofs and a herd of wild horses came into view. “Snorting and plunging, kicking their heels high into the air, pausing to lift arched necks and sniff, only to gallop on again with wilder Joy than before, they came | toward the boys, “The little fellows weren't afraid, for they knew that when the wild horses saw them they would run away as if the boys were some terrible danger. “But as they watched a strange thing happened—thelr own Iittle gentle pony lifted his head, sniffed, gave « joyful whinney, a flirt of his long tall, a toss of his mane, and forgetting all about his two little riders who were depend- ing on him to take them home, ran madly off to join the herd. “The little boys stared at each other blankly. ‘Now, what'll we do? asked one. ‘What will we do? asked the other, “The serious part about ft was that the boys had crossed a river and while the horse knew perfect- ly well how to «wim, neither boy could swim a stroke, and—there ‘was the river, “Ho doesn't say wether they orted or what they talked about after the last of the horwes was gone, or whether his mother was worried before they got home, “He only said, ‘Fortunately for us a tall Indian came along and when we told him about our plight he took us over on his shoulder, one at @ time, wading the river and holling us high out of the water,” (Chief Big Star Tomorrow) a HH eR Don nervously, “If we're to make that train" “gorry, Don,” she interrupted firmly, “but I've promised Bifly Bar. ton a dance—and to go home tn his car.” “Good Lord, that was hours ago. Sines then—" “A promise is good for longer than that, Don, Here he comes now!" Billy Barton, @ wholesome blond of youth and stability, sensibility resolution, came up to them, “Lo, Don! Hello, Molly—tittle late for our dance, but all the better for waiting" “Oh, Billy," Molty apparently dita regarded @ look of appeal from Don Manning, “I'm #0 sorry, And to make it worse, I've got to go right home. I may have to—oh, Billy, I can't explain just now.” “Shucks! Life's too short for ex- planations. But you 4o owe me that ride home, Molly. If I fetch my go- “Well, then, dg cgme home” aald and strength, good bumgr Bad gules | cart wi} yeu egmaz" She snatched at the suggestion. She could redeem her breathing space needed, “Rightof’ sang Billy and hurried out. Molly turned to Don Manning, “I'll be at the station—by the news stand—in time—to tell you what I shall do,” she whispered, and followed Billy. She was grateful beyond words to Billy Berton for his understanding silence as they drove toward her for thought she home, She must think, think! An orphan aod algng Melly’s Ule was THROUGH IRONING ' SIN A FEW MINUTES,| AS! FINISH THIS. - HELEN? Yes, AS Soon. \/ | her own to live. Being a normal promise to | girl she was spirited and responsive | Billy and at the same timo gain the to romantic appeal, and Don's pro- posal was a challenge to her coun age. wefore she knew ft, she was tell. ing this friend at her side what had happened. “And I'm to give Don his answer, either way, at the station before the midnight express—" A wild scream broke from her lips as the little car went mad and plunged with a lightning swerve inte a fence by the roadside, {To Be Continued) (Copyright, 104%, by Suatue Stag | ~