The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 29, 1922, Page 11

THE SHATTLE STAR BY STANLEY “THE OLD HOME TOWN OUR BOARDING HOUSE — BY AHERN BUT MARTHA, MY WA =A ~ WORD THE PosrtioN LIVEN 7D 1S COMMERCIAL, AND HIM TRYING ENTIRELY AVERSE “TO ‘Yo Bear TH! MY IDEALIGTIC TemMPER-|| RUG JOB ~ AMENT l= Now AH, iF 1 TH ONLY THING LCOULD WeeEGrme|| HE CAN See FIRM i COMMIGSIONING WORKING ME AG THEIR BUYER OF [ \ \S Home ORIENTAL RUGS, wr [\ BREW + TAUNTS “ “AURKEY, j PERSIA AND SYRIA,~ WHY aH, V'sEeE A oe Now Ste Here! ~ MR. HOGAN HAS AN OPENING FoR You wW THE RUG DEPARTMENT AND You'VE SLIPPED OUT OF EVERY OPENING “to A JOU GO FAR, BUT You'Re CAUGHT HIS TIME YouR HIGHNESS! “Raspberry Special” BY JAMES W. EGAN A short story of Western Washington life, dealing with the scheme of two expert crooks to make away with the jewels of an admiral’s wife. (Gontinved From Yesterday) “The eyes of both officers were con- gantly on the malt, Clara Brown, Bho was so Dusy It didn't seem poe. gle she would get a chance to per. te any trickery. Provided, of 4, she was planning tt, tside, with Nie thre men posted advantage, Stanley Griffin wished thing might happen. The vigil growing rather monotonous. He Jed 8 bit as he reflected how nicer it would have been to the evening with Estelle Smith. “Suppose Graummy's had a pipe @ream,” he grumbied, “It's a cinch wedady has sneaked by us tonight, wiany rate. Or tried to." Very faintly and far away be heard a downtown clock chime 11 times, Then, suddenty, he sensed a change. Within something had . Another kind of bub- succeeded the jazz of hired musicians. “*On your toes, Dryden,’ "he called » the nearest of his three fellow cers, “Okt Man Trouble has an dat the party, or I'm a talented observer might have fancied there Was something forced in his calm attitude, Clara Brown was removed to the police station, where Captain Grauman grilled her as severely as he dared. Self.possessed, cool, the woman denied being Beryl Badger and maintained her utter innocence of wrongdoing, Bat. fled, Grauman gave up. The id was remanded to » cell, I'M get to the bottom of this! vowed the plain clothes chief, ‘Ill bring over Staten of the Byrne }Agency in Seapolis tomorrow 1 know he handled a Corbey-Radger ease once, and he ought to be able to tell me who Clara Brown rea iy ts. Every servant in the admiral'n em la going to be quizzed, too,” catied in young Mr. Griffin, ‘Positive nobody got past your men, Stan? “I could swear tt, captain.” “A fine meas It ta," growled Grau man “The old admiral is burning jue We got to find those Jewels for jhim. To think of this thing being | Pulled with a whole flock of dicks on the job—put over clean and stick! } How swoot It will read in the papers jtomorrow! Matt and yourself better work on nothing but this affair, Try to redeem yourselves.” “Ouch! said the young officer, junder hie breath. “Losing out on the} that date certainly brought me a | Darrel of grief, with a quart or two over.” Neither the rather chagrined Stan nor his older associate were able to Uneover much the next few hours they put In on the mystery. As far as they could see, suspicion pointed to none but the maid. The other servants unquestionably were ail| right, and ft waa imposntble to sus. | pect any one of the guests of hav. ing a hand tn the matter, still, if Clara Rrown had taken the jewels, what had become of them? Rigid search of the house revealed naught Staten, operative of the Byrne De- tective Agency In the neighboring city of Seapolis, had promised to come over in the afternoon, and it was hoped he would be able to tden- tity the maid, Diagusted with a morning of fruit- Jens questing, Stan Griffin called up pretty Estelle Smith and prevailed upon her to take lunch with bim. Naturally enough, he told her con siderable about the case, The girl} was Interested. “Oh, I hope you solve the mys. tery, Stan! she exctatmed. “It will be a feather in your litte old bon- net If you do, won't tt? “And severn! hairs out of my scalp tf t don’t! commented the young of. | ficer. “I wish IT was one of these! superbriliiant fiction sleaths, so 1) had disappeared. This was| could pick up a match stub, or look ttonabie. But whither they jat an tnk spot thru a misroscope, and gone was a deep and perplexing | tmmediately give the age, name and; etery. Income tax of the dexperate criminal. ene ae Mee any se Only that bunk won't work in real co wv the Matt Lan. The vet le was not the latter. game seeking him out was vastly disturbed “The devil to pay, Stan™ he ai “Mrs, Bevans’ jewels (ate gone! You haven't—* Radger? demanded officer “{ don't know. We arrested her at once—Durr's holding her tn there now, The whole place ts In an up. roar. A clasp or something broke | and Mrs. Bevans toox the Jewelry up| to her boudotr. Five minutes later | she returned—and the stuff was! == MAIN STREET HAD HARDLY RECOVERED FROM “THE SHOCK OF MARSHAL , OTEY WALKERS APPEARANCE INA PAIR OF BRAND NEW BOoTs - WHEN - HE CAME RIGHT OUT IN A NEW SuIT OF STORE CLOTHES — Sei = HE RUG JOB HAS THE MAJOR” FLOORED == Pete Leet tei s BY ALLMAN s ® nel “But the maid? “Swears sh: tmnocent. naturally. INo jewels on her. Nothing In her we could find, so far. If she them she ditched them safely— I don’t see how she had time to them. We'll hold her on sus) . Durr is ‘phoning Grauman.” "What do you think, Matt? “The woman may have hooked the s. But she sure worked fast, Durr and I had her under our nearly every minute. She was of our sight Just about the time must have vanished. Still, if she them she slipped them to a con- te or else had a swell hiding ‘hee all picked out!” On, TOM, SOMEBODY STOLE _OUR BATHING suirs y 8 PLL NEVER RISK IT To TRY THESE OuT IN “THE WATER BUT THEY MAY COME. IN HANDY FOR UNDERWEAR ian oF ne? HANG MINE UP Too, wi.BUR! ao_* * “EF hd be Detective Captain Grauman some later uttered a similar remark. very valuable diamonds and BY BLOSSER Tr wute WE BRO fingers of suspicion at persons |tnquire tf they wished dessert. nt, tho many of them were re-| “I'l like some ice cream,” uttered luted above suspicion. “Have you any of that rasp- Young Bevans was the calmest tn-| berry special?” | of them all. He said he had} “No: we're all out today,” came faith tm the ability of the/ the answer. to unearth the missing gems| “Fudge! disappointedly remarked catch the culprit. Only a keen Estelle. “Bo am 1. Wasn't I outside?” | “Of course, there's a bare possibil- | ity she ain't Beryl Badger, and didn't take the Jewels at all, Stan. In “What's rasberry special?” queried Stan Griffin, “A new flavor put out by the Cas | cade Cream company,” smiled the} chic waitress, “It's very good and|‘ they can hardly supply the demand. | ‘That's how we're out. No other con- cern in town turns out a rasberry cream.” “It's lovely {ce cream, Stan. 1) wanted you to sample some,” Estelle declared “No raspberry for mine. Il probably be getting plenty of it from the chief if we don’t locate those jewels soon.” “Well, buck Into It, Stan! advined the girl. “And remember the trifles always count.” “All right, “Stell. I'm Just going to get hold of Matt and run out to the admiral’s again this afternoon. | Give the old shack one more whirl.” A little | Landers and he were In a depar' it fiivver, bound for \the Bevans’ home “1 want you to tell me all you know about the moves of the maid again, Matt,” he sald “Maybe | there's somo little clue we've passed | up. And you were watching her. I wasn't.” “J told you all I know, Stan) Most of the time Durr and I watched her she was serving cake and ice cream and the like. Pretty good ice cream, too, Kind of a rasberry flavor. I had a dish.” “Him! suddenly interrupted his young partner. “I wonder!” “wonder what?” “IT think I'm getting « hunch, Matt. I've been hoping for one all lalong. There’s nothing like a hunch, | you know.” ‘What kind of a hunch?” ; “Oh, nothing definite, One of thore hunches that—that I'm going to learn something. What was Clara Brown doing when you put her un- der arrest?" “after the alarm was given she had just come in from the kitchen with some glass dishes of foo cream, and we made the pinch. She was out of our sight for a few minutes, but never outside the house. I'm sure of that.” EVERETT TRUE Ow (teaANc You, LAow! THANK You case who could have done! “Search ms. Only the captain has been following a bunch of his own, and if this Byrne guy don't identify the maid—" Stan wheeled the flivver sharp- ly Into a cross street near Pros- pect Terrace, thereby narrowly avoiding collision with a deliv. ery truck, The driver of the lat- ter burst inte loud profanity, and Stan wasn't altogether surprised to recognize the greasy party who had bumped him in the hall- way 24 hours previously. “SUN sweet and lamblike am ever, he murmured, gazing after the truck, | which carried the advertising of a local fee cream firm, “I'd forgotten I was trying to place his map, Why should he seem—my Golly!" You're a regular nut _ to grumbled Landers, as the filvver bounced erratically for a moment. | “Get your mind on your work. Now if thia feliow from Seapolis identifies Clara as" Seapoliat Senpolis! ‘That's It! cried Stan, “I'm getting it now!" “Getting bugs! What are you rav- [ing over, anyway?" “Wait, Matt, walt! Pither I’m right, or I'm all wrong! Trifles count, huh? I'll say they do!” “And he wns perfectly sane 24 hours ago!” Matt Landers lamented. Stan Griffin Just smiled. He did not spend a great deal of time at the Bevans’ home, confining most of his Investigating to with the chef and pantryman. This done, he seemed anxious to Ko. “Drop me downtown, Matt," he said. “I'm going to gumshoe a bit by my lonesome for awhile, and—" “What in the world is biting you, | Stan?” demanded the veteran. “Not a thing. Only mighty oaks from little acorns, and go forth.| Please tell the cap I'm busy for a few hours.” (Concluded Tomorrow) Co * oryly 409 OTS eS Page 767 THE BOX him high prices for all he did, | | | “Did the Iittle sick child be motherdear?” Pesey help interrupting the “didn't she cry when and he got to be a very rich In- dian, But to go back to the lit- tle sick child, 1 haven't nearly fin- ished that story yet “Slace had a helper in treat. ing the child, A wooden box, about like a cracker afraid, couldn't long ste the horrid old Slace man did come so close to her, and do that funny TRAMP THAT THEY'RE NOT ALL DESGRVING. «| He flew to the top of a mulberry tree and grinned down the Twins. ih way helper and a “{ think she did, Peggy love, “She was so ‘We made a mistake and picked up an old piece of wood,” he an- nounced. “And that old Flap-Doodie has got it again, The Fairy Queen won't send us on any more errands if we are so stupid. She'll wonder what's keeping us #0 long, too! Nancy looked up at the tree where Flap-Doodie sat grinning at them In the silliest fashion. “Well, anyway,” she sighed, “It's & good thing we—* Suddenly she stopped, “Ob! Oh! What's wrong? I feel so queer! And, Nickfe, you look so funny. Your ears are a mile long.” Fiap-Doodle had changed Nancy land Nick into two white rabbits with just one wave of the magic wand! (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) Sloan’'s Liniment box “Not far from the child, Slace | placed this wooden box, and knelt over It, holding the lid just a lit. tle way open and keeping his keen old eyes on the child, “Over the child the Indian who was acting as Slace’s helper was doing the dancing and making the passes and all about the the people were making and louder the wailing “mother-dear said, very sick, and all that noise and din must have hurt his poor, lite awfully, But Mr. He only said | a hat goes up must come down!” mes! @ skyrocket goes up In the it doesn’t come down, but the it rides on does. m Nancy and Nick saw a stick on the ground they thought it the Fairy Queen’s wand she had and they grabbed it, but It was ly the skyrocket stick. But Flap-Doodle, the mischievous fairy, who was following them, knew better, He saw the real wand lying under 8 Malk of golden-rod and quick as W* wink he reached for it and got It. ‘Then flapping his ears he flew to the top of a mulberry tree and tinned down at the Twins who were jo surprised to move. “Dearie me on ue! What have we eried Nancy. Nick tossed away the skyrocket with a disgusted look. aching heart Melnnis didn’t say. | that when Slace was |] man or a woman who was dread- |] fully sick, that no matter how bad the pain was the sick Indians sat lke statues, without so much as | batting an eye as long as Slace was giving them their treatments, And sometimes the treatments lasted hours.” Didn't he get tired prancing around like that, and jumping up and down?” David asked, “Yes, dear,” mother-dear an swered, “Mr. McInnis said the perspiration literally poured off of him, and that he really worked tremendously. He probably be: | lieved, himself, that he was help. ing people. “anyway, NT ‘curing’ slow room louder chant. “When they had kept that up for an hour, Slace suddenly clapped the cover on the box, and seizing it in his arms, ran with it, like a mad thing, out of the house, down to the beach and far out into the water, where he would hold the box under the water for 10 minutes or so . “He thought he had caught the evil spirit in the box, and could drown him, No, dear, it didn’t cure the child.” (To Be Continued) CK nel A PUSASYVRE TO FSESD A MAN THAT Doosn'tr SROWL SABovT TUS COOKING. uw ooo he made them pay A little tender lilt in her votce | touched the hard fiber of him, but he when you've won?” Billy regarded him with a cold dis-|She spoke with the simplicity of The squeak of the telephone opere conviction, Molly's eyes held Wheel- ners fesy consist Mens judgment. our methods ction, and our cus- accorded every cour- ent with sound busi- atif, A little Peoples Savings B ND AVE. AND PIKE ST. 9 without low of As Billy led Don toward the door the fast-quieting atmosphere again was electrified at Wheeler's threat to put Don tn Jail, “Oh, come, now, Wheeler,” pro- | a tewted Billy, dismayed at this, “Don's WHOM SHALL MOLLY MARRY? oer" BY ZOE BECKLEY | NO, 28—MOLLY’S APPEAL GAINS FREEDOM FOR DON had his punishment. He must ha gone thru hell. Give him a chan to straighten out!" “There's lots of chance: for refl tion in Midvale prison.” Wh grinned mirthlessly as he moved the telephone ‘ dain, “[ should think,” he said, “you could show yourself bigger than this, | now the man’s down, Take me ¢ instead, I’m at least normal in mind | and body.” “Oh, I'll take you on, all right. I'm not the man to be set upon in| }wuch a way and then told to run} along and forget it!’ He jiggled the telephone hook trritably Molly came briskly forward and | put her hand tightly over the mouth. | plece. “Of course you won't do it, Hen.” i ” ve oo to er’s steadily, entreatingly, “Do it be- cause I beg you to. Let him go.” Wheeler returned her look ob. stinately. §u choose a pretty moment, my girl,” he smiled a twisted jerk of his thin lps, “to ask favors of me, I must say you~" “Oh, Ben, I don't ask {t as a favor. It's my right. Haven't you said you'd do anything to win my— love? Surely you'll do this thing to keep my friendship. I would do much more, my dear, to keep yours.” fought doggedly. “I don’t accept half things, Friend. ship! What's that from you to me! I want— But I guess you've shown pretty plainly what your feelings are shot an ugly glance toward Don at the door. Molly colored Ike the glow of morning in midsummer, “This is hardly the moment for me to discuss that, Ben, The thing to settle now is this: Do you care enough for my friendship to show yourself a man, @ really big man, ator’s voice over the wire was the only sound for several breathless moments. Then came the clatter of the receiver back on its hook, and Wheeler's snarl, “Take him out of —as that cur has pointed out.” He | here, then, before I forget myself.” Don wearily left the room, Billy was about to follow, but Wheeler called out: “Remember, Barton, the fight’s on, I'm not done with you yet. You'll find a letter from Carton Co. at your offiee!” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1932, by Seattle Star)