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

d From Our Last Issue) alarming was the consequence that Bennet could not at once ft was cimply a sequence 4 up in fright, tmagining Dia grandfather suddenly had from a cramp or other } wolzure , grandf ther, you want some ¢ you" controtied himaelf and atood *Indigestio he mumbled here tonight. Go oni what informed him that else transpired at the seance, t for a while that bi n was concealing something; ‘at inst he satisfied himself that knew all, and he went to bis Lucas never aid anything at fat Galiles except James there and there dir the deed that was to be ¢ wae marvelous how, thruout the had passed since that had carried con is own guilt always 4 with the place of meeting, .“ He had not known that ER had He had aesed that Quinlan had tived out to ¥ with a different association : yet this was natural enough sorigll ural enough! Lucas muttered uf. a J. Q. was dead; Kincheloe had this body in the lake. Who, then, about Galllee and could asso. BR with a flaming torch? No in all the world but Lucas meet done so, too. “Ga i it eadac! a . had and found Yet Ethet and that Lou fe and Bennet had found out. Ged, if they drew “Galilee” and 4 from him, what else could draw? If they obtained it from how much more would the a tell? ‘Was & staggerer for Lucas, heé acted upon the e-nie and formula that dead) men tell “Galilee and a flaming Lecas winced and swung hie window. So old J. Q.. dead, had told? How could sEEsg? oS’ "eee EF it revolted himself; he dis. i; but it came back to him, f promised him triumph. fwas after nine the next morn- Ethel awoke: and then it ise delightful to lie in bed, dream- the hours of the evening, im a maid knocked at /her Bhs answered joyously, “Some- mer" ‘Miss Carew. Mr. Lucas Cul. Your grandfather. Ethel hastened down and found wr grandfather, and holding his hat tn his gloved sanding in the center of the ; foom and gazing critically tingty “Cant you feel when your @wn flesh and blood to protect you?” @envineingly, more complete, | she made no atir, and it was with hie overcoat | fou Uittle foolt™ he accused her} about her long ago. Bit “Had tt ever occurred to you that | feason your father hever came trelle calla for me or telephones, I to my house was that he couldn't?’ “No.” Bthel said. “Think over {t a minute.” | “Why? ; “Why wouldn't I have him there? | He couldn't tell you, I wouldn't. I | Chought I'd never have to! but you've | forced me. This fellow you call Lou trelle “You belteve that your father—so Rennet’s been telling mo—got in touch with this fellow called Lou treile after your father died? That | Started your tnterest in him?" “Yea.” “Why do you suppose your father j@id that? Why did he pick him, I meant” “Why—why, grandfather; he was }golng to meet me Father knew | that, some way—" | “Tomfootery! Look. here, your fathor was killed, and after he wae dead—so you think—he tried to to this Loutretie, Bo let's Just take your own {nformation; your fathe spirit, the first thing after he was dead, goes about looking for a fellow named Barney Loutrelie. Now epir ite—all I've \firwt for those closest to ‘em, don't } they?” | “Why, usually, grandfather.” | “Well, what makes you think thia| jis an exception?" |. Bthel shrank back, comprehending | | less his words than the ugliness of | hie inflection. } “Ww do } mand “Well, who more natural | father to seek than his sont* “My father!” Ethel said. “You're talking about my father?’ | “Before he was your father, 1 | knew him! He was about St. Flor. entin quite a little bit in the old days | —aulte @ little! You may remember |i would not have him marry my | Gaughter. | there was a girl to go to Resurree |tien Rock.” Ethel flung hersetf at him and with her little fists clenched tight jane pummeled him on the chest “You le—you we—you Mel My father! You tle—you le—" He caught her fiste and held her brutally before him. He saw that he had not at alt convinced her; but he had not expected to simply by this statement of the false before com- {dining {t with what was tru He | was too old and shrewd in expert jence to fall to know how a truth told may carry with it @ le, “Who was his father then? he demanded of bis granddaughter, half shaking her. “Do you know? Then tell me! I don't know, of course paternity’s not like maternity; bat jo you know who she here!" Sudienly he dropped Ethel and gesture€ horridly jwith beth hands. “Your talker and | your father’s friend—Agnes: “Oh! Oh! God! Ethel cried Her grandfather sald not another j word: he stood for only a moment more, looking at her; then, satiatied, {he pulled on his bat and stalked to j the door, In the whirl of her emotions, she ‘was endeavoring to fasten thought upon Barney only as Cousin Agnes’ won; but against her will, and revolt- tng her, thoughts of her father would come tn. Ob, last night he had taken her as ja lover, Agnes’ son and—-her fath- ers? She was here in Agnes’ house—Agnes who might have been —might have been— ard “someone coming and, {starting up, she saw Cousin Agnes’ housekeeper. Mrs. Wain, usually so calm, #0 completely in control of herself, advanced under a nervous tension which visibly shook her slight body. Her words confessed she had been listening. “What was he saying to you of Mrs. Oliver Cullen?” she besought, |her Bands trembling on Ethefs shoulder. “What was he telling to you? Oh, you must tell me: he said Mrs. Cullen" | “Nothing about her now! Ethel cried. “I mean, he was talking but,” sud. |denly she collapsed tn the house keeper's arms. “I'm going «# ; [home to Wyoming, Mre. Wain. You must help mevotf. And if Mr. Lou- you meant" she de. | for « Wed the wand and asked dno trouble at all. The Twins did not know this. They didn’t know that when Mr. se himself into a car b fc. ound to the front door of the wiz @s house in the Dingle Dell ped jet int’ it wald hoapttably, ECASTORIA For Infants and Children open him into an automobile, he | izard said to please excuse him till would go to his garage and get Motor for them that he was mak- ny UNDE | and?” But that's just what he was do- A nice iittle red automobile rotied and |'n ¢o Use For OVER 30 YEARS Aways bear: fillies A nice little red auto rolled up to the front door A fairy queen's wand is a wonder- ing its door. thing, no when Flap-Doodle (who Pretending he was a wizard) it to; The Twins stepped in at once, you may be sure. But I can’t run you,” sald Nick. | “What shall I do?” “Just hold on to my wheel and I'll do the rest,” answered the auto mobile graciously. “Where are we going?’ asked | Nancy. | "Why, didn't you tell me you lwished to catch that rascal, Flap. | Doodle, who stole the Fairy Queen's sald the automobile, pre- tending to be astonished. “Tell you! No, indeed!’ answered Nancy quickly. | "Ahem!" coughed the automobtie nfuston, realizing it had mado la mistake, “I mean—didn’t you tell |my master, the wizard?” nodded Nick, “we aid.” h raid the automobile, let- off his brakes and starting to ve his wheels, “that's where we going. I can travel faster than ything that moves on the ground nd I'm eure we'll soon find the wicked fairy you are after.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Beattle Star) ng heard of—usually go | So they ran off. I knew =| | | | | | | 1 | | } OH, MIGS HERZOG,\ 7 MY DBAR* WHILE “~ COMING DowN "THe HaLL\ 7‘ I SAW ON THE WALL OF BUSTER'S Room A DICTURE OF Some WUSSY CREATURE IN A DARING BATHING Surrls I DESTROVED [T AND LEFT MY COPY oF MILTON'S “PARADISE LOST” FoR Him NOBLY, MISS CHURCH = DBAR, WHO WOULD “THINK UAT OF BUSTER? We HAS SUCH WONEST SLUE EVES | HER FROM DOINGS OF THE DUFFS 1 COME “TO COLLECT DAMAGES FROM You FOR PULLING OUT SOME OF MY WiFE’S HAIR YESTERDAY ~ THIS A VERY SERIOUS MATTER WITH ME! _—— on, You > O10? weLL, YouURE OUT oF Luck ! +a Yy a. FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS ity Berry I can’t seo| town. Hoe had to walt on the corner | jonly a few minutes before Mrs. | Wain drove up in a taxi and invited | him tn, “St. Luke's hospital,” she said to the 4 and when the door was josed, whe vouchsafed to Barney She's had another operation; it was cannot speak to him! him! Perhaps—perhaps I can write L must never meet him again!” CHAPTER XVI i Early that omrning, Lucas’ de-| pendable operative reported that he had followed Ethel Carew to th Union station, where she purchased 4 ve ticket and 1 a train for Sheri-| performed the day before yesterday dan, Wyo. She bad been unattended | She rallied at first but sank later. | and plainly under the stress of| Still the housekeeper gave no intl-| strong emotion. imation of who “she” was: and Bar- What Ethel had told Barney was|ney was aware that direct inquiry | brief and simple in its final state | would be vain. ment. Barney did not know her: when| “Dear Rarney: the nurse, who had been beside the} “] have found that I must leave; bed, moved away, and Mrs. Wain| at once for my home. Some time|held back and Barney advanced| Inter, I ehall know how to explain/alone, he was not conscious of ever what must seem madness to you.| having seen the woman who lay on| Now I can not |her side with her proffie plain| “Where you are and how you are/|against the pillow. Yet a fluttering and what you are doing remain with | of awe—of more than awe—came | me the most important things In my | over him as he halted silently beside | life; so you must let me know all) the bed. } about yourself, My address will be| Her face, as she lay turned toward | Sheridan, Wyo. “ETHEL.” |him, was beautiful, though {lines | It was several days later that|and intense suffering she had surely) Mra. Wain, the housekeeper, phoned |endured. Her skin was clear and @ request for bim to call. lovely, even in ite deathly pallor; | “1 wpeak to you, sir,” Mrs, Watn|her hair—black and abundant—had | said breathlessly, after she had eunk| clung to its luster as had her dark | into a seat, pon my own re-|brows and the lashes which lay on} sponsibility, sir, entirely. 80 I must|her cheek. Even now the indomit- ask you, before I say another word, able soul of her—that essence of her | to give me your word as a gentle-| spirit which persisted though con. | man that you will make no use of | sciousness long was gone—was keep: | what I shall tell—uniese I allow|ing up the fight, Barney felt. And} you.” he wanted her to win; oh, how he Barney felt pulses pounding | wanted her to win! It od to him he had never his again. “What {n it?” he demanded, | we “You will meet me, sir—when| wished #o for another's life; and you're sure you're not followed?" why? Becaune, for the first time, he} “Where?” was beside someone who beldhged to “At the corner of Tenth and Wa-/ him by blood? Because she was his Barney went immediately down. (To Be Continued) | 332 “ENTER, THE FLAPPER” | seneseeeeaeaeeseaseeaeeeaeeeatett! BY ZOE BECK LEY stetstesesstesenstezenszezsaetszat! NO, 10—VICTORY LOOMING FOR OLIVE (Copyright, 1992, Renttle Btax, Jof minchtef by now. BEGIN HERE TODAY The scttees were meant for Jealousy ts sroused in the Mapper! counies, Olive, with the akill of her ebeat DEAN when kind, was maneuvering—but osten- OLIVE BARAMIMNTO, professional wibly with utter Indifference—to sit Gancer who has foined the unconven ‘tis Vania Genel party af yom ‘people, attempts with Bobby Vanderpool to vamp Pegay's Persy, made reckless by the BOBBY VANDERPOOL. jeventa of the night, matched Olive’s on |urtifice by merely darting in ahead #0-\of her and pre-empting the place at wealth ae ence the | Bobby a aide. flapper's apirit which seqles | to revenge Itaelf on Olive by vamping | yy # dancing partner N LEE, | Her mood tw 4 For the moment boldness won and egey leaned back Insolently, a glass in her hand replenished by Lee and a look of cat-like triumph at the dix. THE SEATTLE STAR WA-MA- BUS WILL “MINK “IHET BOOK OF "PARADISE LOST , IGGOMETHING ABOUT \// THEY'RE A CRAP GAME = ™ WHY, “THEY'D WANT “To DUT A SET OF ARMS ON“IW’ VENUS DE MILO Poor Winnie! A wave of despair |dainful Olive, For the moment, too, passed over her, Vor Peggy was full Olive lad to admit defeat by a litte ne ee Ae sie snr’ wma egemameeniepeenanen yes a nt 8 BY AHERN THE OLD HOME TOWN KIMONA SLIPPING! Olivia Return 1 WANT You TO KNOW THAT 1 MARRIED MY WIFE FOR HER BEAUTIFUL HAIR - 1 WORSHIP EVERY HAIRON HER HEAD AND) EXPECT You To PAY FOR MY LOSS ~ HER HAIR MEANS EVERY THING YOULL HAVE "TO CHARGE IT UP To A Poisonous 1 ~~ sroncue ! iV LY Maybe He'll Get It * a Page “Now this man Devine,” Mr. Judson went on with the sheriff story, “was not like the rest of the gang. I don’t recollect just what he was in for, some little thing or other be had done, He was only sentenced for four days, but because he was in jail with the bad ones they took it for granted he would come along with them, regardiess of the ball and chain on his leg, which would make running away a slow prop- osition. “Well, Devine had quite a dif. ferent idea, It seemed, for while I was still busy at the court house up comes this Devine, dragging bis ball and chain and making all the speed he can, and talking as fast as he can with the little breath he's got left, ° “'Say,’ he sings out, ‘Say, sher- iff! You wanta get back to the jail quick, The prisoners have all broken jail; the guards are locked in; the guns are gone. You better hurry? “And hurry i# what I did. It didn't take me long to scatter the news, organize a posse and start out to get ‘em. The worst of tt was T had no gun, and I knew at! least part of the rascals were well armed, and all of ‘em desperate.” ar i2: fory Look.” EVERY ONE! AUNT SARAH PEABODY OF THE s the Spoils EVERY HAIR IN HER HEAD MEANS DOLLARS AND CENTS TOME! | MUST BE PAID! I'M OUT OF WORK AND HER HAIR MEANS EVERY MING “To me! 2 VLL TELL YOu WHAT 1 wie PAGE 11 “BY STANLEY AREARIN~ ea iy Za¥\ . APPEARED ON THE SCENE JUST AS MARSHAL OTEY WALKER AND THE NEW DRESSMAKER STOPPED JN FRONT FURNITURE STORE ~ BY ALLMAN IN AS MUCH AS HER HAIR MEANS SO } MUCH “TO You } WILL: GIVE You BACK A ALL THAT | TOOK: | WON'T GIVE You CENT, BUT DO ~ WAIT AMinuTe! Every Day Now vattle * 778 The children looked wondering: ly at the ex-sheriff, he ts so stooped and frail it is hard to imagine him fn such a place till you remember his eyes, His wife sat by Nstening to the story aw he told it to Pegey and David and she said, seeing the wonder on their faces, “He was never afraid of anything—fool- hardy I used to call him; rushed into any danger without a thought. Hoe was tall then, and all muscle and nerve and quick wit.” Mr. Judson chuckled throatily as ho heard his wife's words, and said, “Afraid? No, I wasn't afraid; I wanted to get ‘em, and, by George, I did! “I picked up a short fron bar as I left the jail and having sent the rest of the men this way and that T set out alone, “It was nearly dark by that time and pretty hard to tell a man from a stump, but I pushed on into the woods and made what speed I could. I was going pretty fast when I stumbled over somo. thing lying in the underbrush, and looked down Into the barrel of one of the prison guns, and the eyes of a murderer!’ (To Bo Continued) Re ITT eel high school “flap.” But she, too, amiled-—the amile of the player who holds trumps against a novice, Winnle watching her, reading her | accurately, #aw Olive was preparing | a counter-attack, hesitating only as to choles of weapons. Winnie wished | her success—tho not with her whole heart. Deep In Winnle was a great Icing | for Bobby Vanderpool, the whole. some, the generous. Tis very wealth deterred her from | showing how much she liked him, | She dreaded being thought « “pocket! twister.” No—she couldn't feel whole-souled enthusiasm at Olive's play for the boy she would rather have like her than anyone else she knew But tonight she was less anxious for Bobby than for her cousin Peg. She saw Peg was goaded beyond even her usually bold self by Olive's trespassing. If Olive succeeded, would it have a bad effect or good? Winnie decided to take a chance that tt would he good. She determined on lecisive step, “Miss Saraminto,”, sald Winnie " | EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO Now, MR, TRUS i HaveN’T BEEN ABLE \'T> GET MUCH DATA ON THAT MATTER. WHAT LITYLCS DaTA L DID Get WAS OF NO ([MPORTANCE. WE MUST HAVE MoRE DATA BCTORE PROCEEDING. SMITH COULDN'T GIVE ME ANY DATA_AT Abbe iY THINK JENKINS HAS SOME DATA, AND IF HE HAS ANY DATA ------- para’! You'vS HOARD SomeBorpy USS THAT WORD AND Now You ABLSE TT ! e a), ovr ie KN Ve ICNKINS OUT DON'T SPRING "DATA" ON HI. OR YOU'LL QUEER THE Dea, ats oA “DATA It! I've heard of you and Mr, much and once I saw you at the Palace, We'd all be wild with | ‘¢ don little dance for us. Oh, won't you?” ‘This from Winnie sent a stir thru the crowd, “Yes! If you will, Miss Seraminto, I'll—open another round!” This from the host, “Gee! We stire would like to see you step it! This from Ted Harker, Only Peggy did not speak. Her glance, first at Winnie, then at Olive, was full of venom. She fumbled tn Bobby's coat for a cigaret, A slow smile spread over Olive'a face. She slowly rose, hand on hip, her vivid young face agleam with deviltry. She did not look at Peggy. But Winnie knew nothing of Peggy's mood escaped her, “Put some canned music in that box, will you, Bob?" she sparkled. “Olive-—" began Bobby, and caught | “Choose what you like—-I'll swing te himself, “Miss Saraminto, if you'll | anything!" dance for us I'll—gosh, I'll sure ap: | (To Be Continued) preclate it” | (Copyright, 1932, by Seattle Stary *