The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 12, 1922, Page 9

AUGUST 12, 1922, RED HOUSE PAGE 9 BY STANLEY THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN OUR BOARDING HOUSE THE OLD HOME TOWN ik 2 “Help, quick, I'm melting!” cried the Rooster {late Rooster sadly. “Not since I lost) | them for both| —_— YSTERY; A: MILNE @ gn At ree mpey wene TODAY Hthin two minutes ABLETT X''rhe Ned Mouse, ‘of bis wealthy were mysterio The shot wae fire GILLINGHAM, gentioman tend of entet, of Mark's uN where he ‘eamitiance. ‘the room thre & dave ork Oe oe the rime than be They discover & seeret Mecting oreen to the a from Wayeye abernes. try te Melt tn the iierary M THE STORY We shall have to take every book down,” Bill said, “before m that we haven't fan de. certal & pipe was now golng sat ly, and he got up and walked . ‘to the end of the wall op- door. PWall, let's have # look,” he said, ig they are so very fright. here's your “Badminton.” sften read that, you say?” f 1 pead anything.” rea” He looied down and up “I like books of travel, ¥ . . pretty dull as a rule.” Wall, anyhow, some people like ‘ery much,” sald Antony re err . He moved on to the ‘of shelves. “The Drama. tion dramatists. You most of them. Still, as remark, most people seem them, Shaw, Wilde, Robert- reading plays, Bil shelf. and the matter?” sald Btn feck there. Keep the tack, Bil. We are getting \H. Sermons, as I live ‘Was Mark's father a or does Mark take to fa was @ parron, I be- yea. I know he was.” then these are Father's -Hours with the Infinite’ rust order that from the oe! get back. “The Lost on the Trinity,” “The Way, being Sermons by the ‘Ussher’—bal-io!” Stand tock down the Reverend With the right this shelf firmly I say ‘Pull,’ pull . Got that?” Rolded, his face alight with “Antony put his hand tnto WR by the stout Ussher, the back of the shelf. sald. few just go on pulling like that get & directly. Not hard. but just keeping up the ‘His fingers went at it again then suddenly the whole row from top to bottom, gently open toward them. Lord!” said Bill, letting go shelf in his amazement. pushed the shelves back, Ussher from Bill's fingers, Mm, and then, taking Bill tog him to the sofa and in it Standing in ront of him, he bowed Pat 's play, Watson,” he sald; ‘ThE Magical Mushroom had to go om back to the earth to help his at mistress, the Fairy Queen. by J Choeolate Rooster said he'd - the Twins to help bunt for PDoodle, the purple fairy who ew with bieears, Flap-Doodle had fp the Fairy Queen's wand and beth hate to the Tinky-Winkle “TH Wever rest untii 1 tind ttm," the r. “The rascal! Ms Into a dreadful thing I was such « hand pclae All my friends looks?” Whar ana went off down the road s Tinky-Winkie Star and pretty they cam to a lake ~ | secret, a “How on earth “Oh, my dear Bi! He smoked j Silently for @ lttle, and then went ta 2B yy passage has been here with an opening at one | end into the library, and att 1 other end into the shed. Then Mark dis | covered it, and trmediately he felt | that everybody else must discover it. So he mado the shed end more diftt ut by putting the croquet-box there, and this end more difficult by—" he stopped and looked at the other— “by what, BI?" But Bul was being Wat: “What? sii “Obviously by rearrangtn, Die books. He happened to “ixe out | ‘The Lite of Nelson’ or ‘Three Men in a Boat,’ or whatever it was, and by the merest chance discovered the Naturally he felt that eve: body else would be taking down ‘T’ Life of Nelson’ or ‘Three Men tn a | Boat.’ Naturally he felt that the secret would be safer if nobody ever interfered with that shelf at all When you sald that the books had deep rearranged a year ago—Just about the time the croquet-box came into existence-—of course I guessed why, So I looked about for the dull est books I could find, the booke nobody ever read. Obviously the collection of sermon-dooks of a mid- Victorian clergyman was the shelf we wanted.” “Yes, I gee. But why were you so certain of the particular place?” “Well, he had to mark the par. tleular place by © book.. I thought that the joke of putting ‘The Narrow Way’ just over the en- trance to the passage might appeal to him, Apparently it did." Biti nodded to himself thoughtful. ly several times. “Yes, that's very neat,” he said. “You're a clever devil, Tony.” “Well, come on, then,” sald Bill, and he got up. “Come on where? “To exlore the course.” passage, of we find Mark?" eald iy. “I say, do you really think there?” “Suppose he is?” “Well, then, there we are.” Antony walked over to the fire place, knocked out the ashes of his pipe, and turned back to Bill, He looked ot him gravely without are you going te say to him?” he said at last. “How do you mean?” “Are you going to arrest him, or help him to escape?’ “I--I—well, of course, I--" begnn. Bill, stammering, and then ended lamely, “Well, 1 don't know.” “Exactly. We've got to make up our minds, haven't we?” Rill didn't answer. The whole row of shelyes moung gently open toward them. | “You know, you can't just say, | ‘on—er—-hallo! to him,” said Anto- ny, breaking rather appropriately into his thoughts. | Bill looked up at him with « start. “Nor.” went on Antony, “can you say, This ts my friend Mr. Gilling bam, who ia staying with you. We were just going to have @ game of bowls.’ “Yor, it's dashed difficult. I don't know what to say, I've been rather | forgetting about Mark.” dered over to the window and then turned back to his friend. | “An the same,” he sald, “you | wanted to find this passage. and now lyou've found it. Aren't you going into it at all?” | Antony took bis arm. | “Let's go outside ag he eald my ears. I used swimming and flying,” | “Then we'll have to go around,” | remarked Nancy. | But the lake kept spreading and} no matter where they turned—th it wa | “We'll have to carry you ove said Nick. “Nancy, you take a wing and I'll take one—then we'll wish ourselves on the other side.” But right over the middle of the lake the Chocolate Rooster's wings broke and the poor thing fell plump into the water. | “Help, auick the roowter. | ‘The Twins fished him out just tn \time. But he was so sloppy they —I'm melting,” cried He wan.| eo? SO THIS 1S WHAT THEY CALL SATURDAV NIGHT UP IN-THIG RUMMY TRIES RESERVATION, EH?» Ha Hie Foe TRY AND GET AWAY FROM {THE OFFICE EARLY TODAY “18 You CAN, Tom? JUST WHEN™ MARSHAL REWARD — PHILIP CASK WHO OTEY WALKER HADMISIONS OFA BIG WAS ON HIS MONTALY Toor HAD TO BE LOCKED UP — FILLING THE JAIL TOCAPACITY. We LIKE Ir ON ACcoumr, OVER IM THE MEX T COTTAGE ~ THIS 15 Ov! THRO SUMMER _OVT WERE AND we dl Ta | "We can't go Into it now, anyhow.| think you'll find much at the pond | ltt's too risky. with Cayley about.| It's rather out of the way, Isn't it, | Bill, I feel like you-—just a little bit | for anybody running away?” | frightened, But what I'm frightened] “That's just what I told Mr. Cay-| of I don't quite know. Anyway,/ley, when he called my attention) you want to go on with it, don’t|to the pond. However, we shan't do) any harm by looking. It's the un-| “Welexpected that's the most likely in| | thie sort of case.” | “You're quite right, Inspector. sald Bill firmly. “Then we'll explore the passage this afternoon, if we get the chance.| Well, we mustn't keep you. Good And if we don't get the chan hen | afternoon,” and Antony smiled pleas we'll try it tonight.” fantly at him. | “Do you really think we might od afternoon, sir.” tind Mark biding there?” asked Bill,| “Good afternoon,” sald Bil. “It's ponsible,* sald Antony.| Antony stood looking after the In “Elther Mark or- He pulled him-|spector as he strode off, silent for) self up quickly “No,” he mur-|so long that Bill shook him by the mured to himself, “I won't let my-jarm at last, and asked him rather self think that—not yet,, anyway. | crossly what was the matter, It's too horrible.” Antony shook his head slowly from | — side to side. on't know; really I don’t know. | devilish what I keep think. | He can't be as cold-blooded as} CHAPTER XII | In the twenty hours or so at bia| it's te | disposal Inspector Birch had been ing. | busy j th ‘The discovery of Mark waa all jthat mattered . immediately. Drag-| Without answertng, Antony led) ging the pond might not help toward |the way back to the garden-seat on | this, but It would certainly give the | which they had been sitting. He sat | impression {n court tomorrow that| there with his head In his hand | Inspector Birch wags handling the| “Oh, I hope they find something,” | case with zeal he murmured. “Oh, I hope they do He wan feeling well-ratiafied with| pond? himself, therefore, as he walked ic| \the pond, where his men were wait ling for him, and quite in the mood lfor a little pleasant talk with Mr. Gillingham and bis friend, Mr. Bever- | cy. He gave them a cheerful “Good afternoon,” and added with a smile Coming to help us?” “{ wish you luck. But T don’t ‘| nything, BIN; anything? Bill was ar “I way, Tony really musn’t terious. What's | suddenly?” (Continued Monday) royed this won't do, You be so damn mys-| happened to you} BY ZOE BECKLEY ———~ |NO. 9—BEN WHEELER MAKES TWO .PROPOSALS; ONE OF MARRIAGE; ONE OF BUSINESS BEN WHEELER, rich manufacturer and cause she could not stand the whirl. elopement with DONALD MANNING, actor, by produo-! Hor tone was quavering on the verge | tn | LEILA. « former love of Manning, whom | Of hysteria, sulcide under the | | Wheeler sav wheels of an expr Meanwhile | still another suitor, | BILLY BARTON, architect, also le seek- ing Molly's hand saves her from an “And one would mean exactly as little as the other. Oh, Ben, I must | jhave myself to myself a while to} jthink things out, I'm dead, just At Ben's mention of the word |24.” “wife,” Molly started up, fingers to| Wheeler shook his head, looking temples. |straight at the r his chin thrust | “Oh, please, Ben, let's stop this |Out in obstinate fashion mad talk of marrying. Don't be Wke| “A girl ix never too tired to know Don Manning, for I—" her mind about such a thing. You rain. | wPS/IILTA ELLE * é eel VM MRS TINKER, |! LIVE }You MRS. TINKER-| OF THE CHILDREN 7 WE HAVE SIX - “THE FAMILY. WE WAVE OnE.) SON - Five Y Page 753 MORE INDIAN STORIES “They reached Mr. Walker,” éaddy hurried on toward the end of his story, “in time to save him from the horror which had filled the hearts of Edwin father, and do you know that whole band of young braves left thely home fires and their friends and spent their time day and night guarding thone two farms, from | the Indians who were doing such * terrible things to the other white settlers and missionartes until Mr. Eells and Mr, Walker were ready to go back to the fort. “That's not a very long story,” Peggy said in a disappointed way, “1 did think you said it was a very, very long one.” “Oh! I'm just picking out a Iit- tle of it here and there,” daddy told her, “I'll be telling you things out of that Eells’ story for the rest of your life; don't worry.” “Tell me s’more, now,” Pegssy dimpled, ‘just one more.” “Just one more then, you hold- up! daddy said, “How long do you think I have to waste on you? “There's one funny one about an experience Edwin had after he ne foot on the step. Ben rafhmed down the emergency brake and the big car stopped dead. His face paled with fright a strong man feels in a crisis where mere strength does not serve him. rorgive me, Molly,” he whis- pered, drawing her gently into tite car, “I shan't bother you any more tonight. You're right; you've had and his! was @ grown-up man and came to the Tulalip reservation, right | near Tacoma. | “He had been Indian agent at Skokomish and was transferred to this one over here, and when he reached his new home the In- dians rushed up to help him yn- lond his goods off the boat on which they had been brought. “One old fellow particularly, | Mr. Hells sald, he noticed because jhe was that sort of man who buzzes sround and gets in the way of everybody else and does noth. ing himaelf. “He was a little scrap of a with. ered Indian whom they called Old Adam. And he seemed to think he was more important than all the other Indlans with the boats, Captain and Mr. Kells thrown tn, “Well, among them and be tween them, they unloaded the goods, and got things taken to | the new home and Mr. Bells went to his new office, “And the very next morning, bright and early, the office door opened and in came Old Adam, |Iooking very sad, indeed, and wagging his head dolefully.”* (To Be Continued) ee, |she must answer tomorrow the ques. tion life put to her today and the struggle between the clashing forces of her nature would be as ruthless js the fight between Don Manning and Ben Wheeler, Beauty and charm pulled her one | way; strength another. It must be | Pon or Ben; romance or stability, And she wanted both these things, EARS OLD, WITH THE MEW NEIGHBORS- $n, BY “THE WAY, WILL ,SUGAR? IM BAKING FouR: } PES AND RAN, SHO@T! MR3. TRUS! Hey! Leet XtouRk FALSE TEe7T THE BATHROOM WwW nDow sh With surprising gentleness, Ben Wheeler calmed her as they drove along. “Never you mind, Molly, Tomor- row at the bank you'll dive deep into work you like a forget all about Unis craay night" She started up like one waking from sleep and remembering some- thing unpleasant, “No! No, Ben, that's gone, ‘too. DID u KNoW Yo EAS ON Lc Ft Youve UD. we Wheeler slowed down the car, turned equarely and looked at her with shining eyes. “Molly! My factory ts doubli ite plant and output, Bill Barton has drawn plans for the offices and salesrooms, We're taking people on. Come with us as head of office start. Plenty to do—creative, responsible work, You can do wonders with it. “We've got i Magic Green Shoes| could scarcely catch hold. “No chan: Ben chuckled. |know whether you care for me or| enough.” Life without either would be $1.00 Sett With ourselves ove “| «pn fix Flap-Doodle for this,”|“Manning p I mean it.” not, Why not say so?” She sank back Into the comforting | pled. There seemed no way wana faege—te Saeais Ty wonane twin be Ot on aes tutety se a », D vl “But what about you?| gasped the dilapidated fowl Molly had an impulse to jump from) Molly's lips were drawn tight, Hot|seat, her hands pressed over her|the crue] choice. Why couldn't Don |explain. 1 think I offended hir At betwi two! arvuaiees "4 swim?” (Fo Be Continued) the car. Not that Ben was repug-|tears blinded her. Swiftly she open-|eyes. She asked for respite, But|be more like Ben—Ben be more like| any rate I shan't go back. I pave Hist ‘to Be Continued) SBY more,” sald the Choco- (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) pant to her—far from it—but be ed the door aud drew forward, one she knew there would be mone—that " Don? serene wore Qh, what shall I do! 1 did lowe my (Copyright, 1822, by Seattle Star) |