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

ATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1992, PAGE 11 THE SEATTLE STAR OUR BOARDING HOUSE BY AHERN BY STANLEY Lookin! BY “TH! NoTES = TIME FOR TELL ME, How GAN Vou READ A STORV FROM A BOOK VEN You Don'T LooK AT tT 2 SUCH Moosic! VEN I VOS Like You YouNG “THAT TH! KiD PLANIN' MY OWN \| WAS MAKING MUSIC MR. FRANZ, WHAT T MAKE UP ~ Sram, my he trelle who had pulled off his glove to offer his hand. ing tt ing h “Btep noida,” ead Rubadub, com 27 ; a gommunication from the spirit of PF CAREW, an American officer to the apot where he learns the located. There he meets W, @eushter of the slam ay oldman whe. seruupied man wi hea th @aye ef violence for worth of timber, Lout Adal Resurrection Rock ts mystery, the aymbel of gun, only @ little lower to the wee glaring down upon the ‘and as the road reached the &@ ridge the amooth tce-sheet ¢ Huron came into view. ‘western rise of the rock, which the sun was shining, sheer and towering; only the base, where the lake) tossed up heaps and hummocks ‘tee, and upon the top had snow on Rock!" Ethel sald.) at it with no need to point they stood upon the top of the iw nodded, his eyes narrow. & little as he tried to see it) thru the glare, the house there? he de. He had-asked this before not with the present amaze- “Of course it's quite different tn) fut you sald {t's never been oo | 4, summer or winter.” jshe only repeated the fact of her! | phone. “B'jou, Miss Carew," he eald, his eY¥*a meeting hers. “You've been mighty good to me.” Me turned about once and waved at her; then, proceoding more swift ly, he goon vanished in @ ravine, A few hundred yards further on, she heard the distant echo of a vig- erous volee singing the lively tune of an olf French song of the time of Napoleon: “. 4s @ Parts, a Parle... Ah, J'¥ etaie mousquetatre! Danger! No fear for him it the danger were honest and open. She Slanced ahead and suddenly saw a dark figure, tall and broad but bent ptinggen append with back toward on of the ridge—hor @randfather, tg “Well, my 4a: you're here, are you? Where's yotr friend from the train? “He later, Rock.” . “So he'll oail later, ent who ts he? that fellow.” Ethel gaved into her grandfath “s eyee—littie, bloodshot but keen r his low, bushy, white brows. She sald nothing aloud as she closed her lps; but to herself, defiance apoke. “Not from moe,” words determined. me.” said to thank you; he'd call Me wanted to go first to the Now IN know all about the unuttered “Never from) CHAPTER Iv When she was odtiged to repty meeting with Barney Loutreile as she had related it over the tele Bevery one was well at the house, Lucas assured in reply to Bthel's never.” sept possibly.” he sald, glane-| at her and away to the house| “by the dead.” spoke in a queer, neutral neither quite seriously nor at went shead slightly to the way. The Rock now was otly in sight; and, glancing and again at ft, Ethel felt it/ nating her mood. y entered woods again and beard a whip cracking and voice cf @ man calling to steam- Sam Green Sky.” Ethel and they came gpon « and roan team. “Bijou, Miss Ethel!" Sam hatied “waved his arm, while he set turning his team back Into tracks they had just clearwl. was & younger man than Red-/ not more than 90 and fat and Did man pretty well; pretty mad morning; old lady well, too.” dark figure, tal) and broad, but | @ little. ‘ Sky vouchsafed genial infor- without urging. “Somehody to Weedon'’s yesterday, and ut to Rock. Old man want to ebout it; damn mad.” Bthel glanced at Loutreile, whom found gazing at her and waiting her to ask the question. “The name of the man—Sam?” “Mr. Bagiey. That's all.” ‘Bthel gazed at the Rock agnin and the blood running @ bit cider her. She looked back to Lou- * | busband.” questions. ‘The persons whom he grouped under “every one’ were his wife) and “Miss Piatt" and “Miss Platt’s Mise Piatt had been his Private secretary for many years. Her salary was sufficient to en- able her to attact a lazy, good. looking youth named Merrill Kin- cheloe, seven years younger than hervelf. She married him and thereafter supported him, to her em- ployer’s exceeding disgust. Lucas never jet her marriage change her name to him, and, when he had been obliged to refer to Kincheloe, ft had been always as “Miss Platt’s husband.” All but Mies Platt’s husband were at the door as the sled drew up before the poreh; and Bthel felt a rush of love as she saw her grand.| mother, She was a little woman,| thin and shrunken now, but erect, WW LEIPSIC 1 CouULD DLAY BY “TH’ FIDDLE SO andl MYSELF = Dipil*T” VIUKE “THAT PART WHEN I MADE IT SOUND LIKE A Lion GROWLIN'?~ GosH, 1'M LEARNIN! GooD, ANT 12 y) TOM, THERE’S A MILLER’ _ CATCH HIM quick | WELL HAVE MoTHs! with spirit unbroken by ber many yeara, Later tn the day Ethel had her business talk with Lucas. T do not do that, the leass—or the purchase contracte—wiil lapse.” He only grunted as he glanced over it and stopped chewing his cigar, “All right; what happens if they lapse?” portant. It's to see that father’s friends and our neighbors out weet| get thelr money back, They thought e was going to live and see every- thing thru.” “So you came te work upon my natural affections for you?” "Yes," Ethel sald. “Yes; I sup- Pose you may aay I've done that.” Her grandfather slowly drew his leg back from the desk<drawer; sud- denly he kicked the drawer shut and with his hands upon the desk, he pushed himself up to his feet. He was still a towering man in spite of the slight stoop which took more than an inch from the stature “Step aside,” said Mr. Rubadub | The four fairymen, Mr, Tingaling Mr. Scribble-Scratch, Mr. Sprin- and Mr. Rubadub, all stood ix at Nancy and Nick, whom p-Doodié bad changed into white | "1 don’t know enough magio to nyo ‘em back into children) in,” said Tingaling glumly. “And 1 don't know enough to pge ‘em, either,” sald Sprinkle soberly. “Ant 1 don’t know enough, elther,” Mr. itch, being a fairy schoolmaster, | is suvpored to know everything. | to rd grandly and rubbing his tdkether. “I've learned two charms end I’ve been waiting & chance w use ther 4 please hurry!” a a bit sharply. D time to be wasted.” bo Ruledub said at ooce remarked “There tw, “Nick be nimble, Nick be quick, Nick, jump over this little stick?’ Ore of the little white rabbits gave a big hop over a little twig that the fairyman held out end scarcely had ground again when Nick appeared in his true form, as well and emiling | # and happy as ever. Then Rubadub sald another charm lilee this: “Little Nancy Etticote tn « white petticoat, An4 a pink nose Turn three times around and see how tall she grows.” The other Ittle rabbit turned around three times as Rubadub sald, and behold! There stood Nancy all dimples and brightnewn, “Well, we declare!’ said all the fairies in astonishment. (To Be Continued) 4 Copyright, 1942, by Beatle Star) hia feet touched the |} which had distinguished the days of his great vigor. “Your father believed he was #0 amart—so emart,” he gloated over her, He carried off my daughter and thought he could win against me. He sided with John—John,” he repeated the name of his broth. er violently “Well. it did look like good business then. John seemed to have gtronger hold on the property than I had. But your father for got about longevity. “John was under the sod before he was 70. Your father forgot about my sons, too, John had Ol iver--damn weakling; so he's under the sod, too; his wife’s below the waves, and everything they had's in court. But it’s coming to mol It's got to come to mo! he repent-| ed, snapping off each word short and flailing with his arm for em- phasia, “And you got to come to me if you want anything; every- thing, everybody's got to come to me! For I'm alive and they're all dead! Ho jerked about and strode across the room. Ethel watched him as he went to a window and stood staring out while he recovered himself. Vor « few moments, he seemed not to be neoing, but simply to be staring. Then he jerked straight, and Ethel knew that he had begun to see and that what he saw was the Rock, guant and glistening in the last rays of tho declining sun. Her grandfather slowly turned about. “You want about two hundred thousand dollars immediately?” “One hundred and eighty-five thousand is the total I put down as necessary now, grandfather,” she said, “Practically two hundred thou- sand; call it that,” he corrected gen- “ENTER, THE F erously, “Well—well, it managed.” He was attempting reproduce, now, the indulgent man-/ ner he used to take with her long! ago when she was @ little girl and came to him for dimes and quarters and half dollars for children’s trink-) ets. He patted Ethef's arm fondly. “Now, my dear, tell mo about that fellow Loutrelie.” Sho drew back @ little from him. Then it was his sight of the Rock which, the minute before, had changed him! “Why, grandfather,” she sald, “T) just met him on the train thie morning.” Me seized her, as the passion which he had with difficulty put) down rose to mastery of him agnin. “That's a lie—a lie! he charged. | “You're friends; you know all about him, You're—friends! She struggled to break the hold of his hand upon her shoulder, the blood hot within her. she defied him. “I do know more about him than I told you; but what I eaid was true. I told you he wag going to the Rock,” “Are you going to tell me about him?” “No” “What? “Not He bent over her. “All right; all right!” he sald at last, pulling her papers from his pocket and thrust- ing them at her, He put his hand to a push button, Ethel could hear @ bell ringing in some other part of the house and, knowing that she was dismissed, she went out, meet- ing Miss Platt in the hall, “Beautiful afternoon,” Mise Platt sald agreeably. “Beautiful,” Bthel acquiesced and returned to her bedroom. (Continued Monday) BY ZOE BECKLEY NO. 8—FLAPPER ETIQUETTE: SHOULD CALLERS ARRIVE AT BEGIN HERE TODAY Craving excitement and with her hiood stirred by the langucrous night to June, PEGGY Ly her boy churn, , DERPOOT, and aske him to or 11:30, sensible girl end Pemey's shocked that Pessy , @ typical flapper, phones hour, They quarrel stonishment whe heare ‘Winnie phoning to TED HARKER end asking him to call at MIDNIGHT? GO ON WITH THR sTony Peggy, curious, puzzled at her cousin daring to ask a@ little-known young man to call after 11 at night, and fencing for position in the duel between them, asked: “Ted Harker? What's he like? Is he a Wally or a Turp?” Winifred was aloof, “You'll have to translate, T think.” “I don’t Mer"| "“Oh—ia he a good-looker like the bows whe especie Bop Yanderpook (Wally Ticld, gs guggle-eyed Like Lon ‘ar * I Sl - GIT FER e083) | hy ‘ CONT Wij, ene ag Mii ae =o & Bes LCT We t e ~ nc =: al Ml ‘ WHEN MARSHAL OTEY WALKER OFFERED TO Z, ==: =— BB ESCORT THE NEW DRESS MAKER HOME HE FOUND SOME JOKER HAD SWITCHED UMBRELLAS ES TRICKEY GUY ‘EH? THINK You'LL Fook ® SOMEBODY - I'LL GET ‘You YET OR MY a. Geatle Page 771 ONE WAY TO “COVER” LAND well” Mr. Fisher said, “I didn’t understand Ughts bobbing around the mill at night. It was unusual, I thought I'd just sort of stick around and see what was happening. “Bo about midnight, I saw a lot ©’ Colonists congregating down on our beach. Saw a scow of lumber slip into port, and the men began to unload the lumber right there on our land. “So I quietly tock my gun and sort of sauntered down there. ‘Hello, Norman? I calis out, ‘what you going to do? “‘l'm going to build a house,’ he said. “‘Oh, no, you aren't,’ I sald, ‘Not on that land, that's our land.’ “'You can’t hold any more land than you can cover,’ he said, and they went on unloading lum- ber. “So when I came down in the morning there is the lumber on our lot, “But in the meantime, I have made up my mind what to do. ‘There are more ways than one to ‘cover’ land, and I sat right down and I ‘covered’ that lot with my good old Winchester rifle. And nek the house didn’t get Itself buflt. A gun ts just as good as a house to cover land if you use it right. “So one day Norman came up and father said to him, ‘You'll have to move that lumber off.’ “Who says so? Norman was spunky as could be, “Then I came up and he said, "Did you say you'd shoot me? “ ‘No,’ I sald sort of smiling at Kim, ‘Oh, not I never said I'd shoot you, Norman, I said I'd shoot the first man to put a plank on this lot and I will’ “He looked at me a minute, then he grinned, and held out his hand ana sald, ‘Shake! I like a man? “We didn't have much trouble with them after that, but I'll never forget one night, not long after, I was in Seattle and I heard the most awful racket I ever heard, It waked me up and be. fore I was quite awake I said, ‘I'll bet that's Colonists.’ You sea, they made most of the disturb. story Mr, Fisher told was a real bear story, “I'll try to tell it as nearly as I can, just as he told it to me.” (To Bo Continued) i LE Turpin?” “He's just-so, if you must know. There was little personal feeling in Winnte's casualness, “Just a nide, husky boy who can be counted on, that's all.” Perey crushed out the cigaret she had lighted. There was enough fire in her, “1 must say you're getting up-to- date, Win! Nowadays if you ask one boy, he drags in a roginrent. But asking Bobby and getting you and another boy along is something clock?” “Since you've taken to inviting boys to call at midnight with mother away.” Nothing was said between the two girls for a long time, On the breeze came a stronger waft of jazz from the Casino, A little clock tinkled sweetly the hour of eleven. The atmosphere was tense; the girls fidgeted. At last a maid entered. “Mr, Vanderpool to see Miss Peggy. He's downstairs.” Peggy started guiltily, was about even new for me. Since when do I to put her hand over the smoking ON HIM— = VLL SAY You'RE A WONDER - YOU OUGHT To GET A JOB CHASING FLIES IN THE CHINA — OF SOME But her mood of rebellion against world as personified in Winnie's tn. terference, checked these precau- Uona, “Tell him I'll be down tn a jiff.” “And Mr. Harker to see Miss Win- nie,” recited the maid. Winnie rose hastily and without seeing the savage look Peg gave her, followed her cousin out of the room. The two girls put on their street clothes and went down together tn the elevator to the Byzantine foyer of the big apartment palace, Ted Harker, a big, quiet, college athlete, rose from a marble bench, hood aad and Kacerh Ae pln Clan Otibe 4Ud A ide lar hak Kelby Namderpock apn gf eubstan BY CONDO WHAT'S THE MATTSCGR GATH THEM €¢ MUST HAVG Gor THGM” You TRICK MateHSs t HAW - HA—--— er jal real estate holdings, came for- ard from the other side—an aver age, likable lad of good family, in a mood for anything lively, “H'lo, Win! What's tn the ain Peg?” he grinned after introduo tions, “Humidity,” snapped Peg. “I'm perishing with drought and dullness, I'm fed up, and don't care who knows it, Want a bit o’ whizz in my sweet, young Ife tonight, and I'm going to get it, Bobby Van, if there's a cent’s worth of pep and gumption in you!" (To Be Continued) - Copyright, 102d, by Seuttle Stay |