The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 19, 1922, Page 11

at Om 50. rt flias the Lone Wolf by Louis Joseph (Copyright, 1921, International Megasine Company) e (Starts on Page 1) Because this was France, where one MAY affect a whisker without losing! face, he neglected his rasora; and) d this wag not his first thought, | fair dismuies it proved. For) toward the end? of the see bo Week, he submitted that wan- luxuriance to be tamed by & ber of Fiorac, he hardly knew! trimiy bearded mask of bronze i * looked back at him from a Mirror. Yot that It mattered to Monsteur) Duchemin, From the first he met} fw of any sort and none at all Whom a lively and exacting distrust feckoned @ likely factor in hia af fairs, It was a wild, bold land be traversed, and thinly peopled; at! pains to avoid the larger towns, he} ht by choice the loneilest path: t looped its quiet hills; such PAesed the time of day with him Were few and for the most part nts, & dull, dour lot, tactturn Pw a degree that pleased him well that he Soon forgot to be for. rw alert for the crack of &n am ed pistol or the pattering foot. Is of an assassin with a knife. It was at Flora, on the Tarnon, t he parted company with the trail of Stevenson. tere that one! hed turned east to Alais, whereas) Duchemin had been lost to the Work! not nearly tong enough, he ‘Was minded to wander on till weary. | ‘The weather hed, there was sun. | ‘@hine in golden floods, and by night) eenent ike molten silver. Re. mn bdeetling ramparts of stone, cod, crenetiated and hattiement-| in motley strata of pink and m and yellow and biack, the © Tarn had gouced out for itself fA canyon thru which its waters Swept and tumbled, as ereen as! Wansiucent: Jada in suntight, pro-! ind emeraude in shadow, cream P@hite tn churning rapida The loty files of its cliff were fringed ih stunted growths of pine and . & tagged stubble, while here there chateaux, forsaken as 4) . and crumbling, reared ruined ouettés against the blue. Eigh hundred feet below, it might be more, the Tarn threaded lush bot- tilled fields, goodly or. plantations of walnut and ish chestnut, and infrequent, y villages that citing to pre-| ous footholds between cliffs and ‘Water. ‘On high again, beyond the cliffs. mretched the Cy: vast, arid @fd barren plateaux, flat and fea- fureless save for an octastonal low, founded mound, a menhir or a dol- then, and (if such may be termed countryfolk termed avens. A bleak land, inhospitable, haunted, the home of) devils of desolation St length interned the trav- @ little place! Meyrueis, which lies sweetly | of the Jonte, at its the Butezon, long from rajiroads and{ | Of] business, the subsequent eltmb wea suited one well to camp for | fm that quaint town, Isolate the heart of an enchanted land,) th which one was in turn en- t and contemplate soberly Brave. issues of life and death, @ald Duchemtin) nothing can} tu me; and it is high time for! to be considering what I am to! ol of the remainder of my days. | many of them have been ‘Wasted, too great portion of my! has been sacrificed to vani-| One must not forget one is th a fair way to become a grant father; it fs piainly an urgent duty) © reconcile oneself to that estate tnd cultivate its proper gravity and decorum. Yet a little While and. @e must bid adieu to that youth) one has #0 heedlessty squan) & last adieu to youth with) wished to visit Montpeilier-le-Vieux, | “bored for hours |tramp across the Causee Noir to| Vance spots on his Wwalstooat, presiding over the fortunes of one of those dingy Httle Parisian shops wherein dobatadle antiques accumulate dust) UN they fetoh the ducate of the credulous; and of a Sunday walking out, In a shiny frook-coat with his ribbon of the legion in the buttons holt, @ ratty topper crowning his} placid brows, a humid grandchild} adhering to his hand; a thrifty and respectable bourgeois, the final Qvatar of a rolling stone! You; it ts amusing, but quite true; tho It would need a deal of contriving, something tthe short of & revolution to bring It about, to precisely such @ future aa that did Duchemin most seriously propose to dedicate himself. But always, they say, it le God who dispowes . . . And for all this mood of prema ture resignation to the bourgeots virtues Duchemin was glad enough when his fourth day in Moeyrueis dawned fir, and by elght was up and away, purposing a round day's! Montpellicrte-Vieux (concerning whieh one heard curious tales), then| on by way of the gorge of the} Dourble to Millau for the night. Nor would he heed the dubious) head shaken by his host of Mey- rueis, who earnestly advised a mute The Causses, he declared, Were treacherous; men sometimes lost thelr way upon those lofty} plains and were never heard of more. Duchemtn didn’t tn the least} mind getting lost, that Is to say failing to make his final objective; at worst he could depend upon a food memory and an unfailing sense of direction to lead him back’ the! way he had come, He was to learn there ts noth- ing more unpalatable than the re- pentance of the headstrong. . . .| He fond It @ stiffiah clim> up out of the valley of the Jonte. By the time had managed It, the sum had already robbed all vegeta tion of its ephemeral jewelry, the Cauase itaeif showed few sicns of & downpour which had drenched It} for 72 hours on end. To that porow: [limestone formation water in what ever quantity is as beer to a boche. | Only, if one paused to listen on the | brink of an aven, there were odd) and disturbing noises to be heard | underfoot, Hquid whisperihes, grim chuckles, horrible gurgies, that told) of subterranean streams in spate, coursing in darkness to destinations unknown, unguessable. Tis path (there was no trace of road) ran enakily thru a dense miniature forest of dwarfed, ing lositig itself in a web of similar paths that converged from 41! points of the compass; so that th wayfar:| er was fain to steer by tie sun) and at one time found himself sbruptiy on the brink of a ravine that gashed the eath like a crue! wound. He worked his way to an eleva.) tion whieh showed him plainly that) unless by & debatable detour of ‘ miles—there wae no way to farther side but thru the depths| heartbreaking. He needed « long rest before he wae able to plod on, how conceiving the sun tn the! guise of a personal enemy, The sweat that steamed from his face was brine upon his lips. For hours it was thus with Duchemin, and in| all that time he met never # soul. | Once be saw from a distance a| lonely chateau overhanging another ravine; but it was apparently anly| one more of the many ruins Indig:| enous to that land, and he took} no stép toward closer acquaintance. | Long after noon, sheer fool's iuck led him to @ hamlet whose mean auberge served him bread and cheese with a wine singularly thin) and acid. Here he inquired for a| guide, but the one able-bodied man/ in evidence, a hulking, surly ani.) mal, on learning that Duchemin aus, SAN MATOR, IF Gon H YOUR MEMORY You'LL “HAT REMEMBER VOU owE ME “TEN SONATHONS I> NOW Don"? EASE ME A SOB LINE ABOUT You NOT BEING CHUMMY WI COIN, 'cAUSE HOWS HAPPEN You HAD SOME “OOS AWAY FoR RUSSIAN RUBLES, EH2 “TosT) BY YOUR LACK OF CONFIDENCE WW ME » tT IS MY EARNEST DESIRE “To PAY You BACK Wid ROVAL INTEREST I ASSURE Vou! FoR- THAT GIRL CERTAINLY CAN PLAY THAT BANJO - WONDER WHO Fatigue alone dictated this course 4 nightmare of Gustave Dore’s, with | of the short cut. But for that, he the heat of a pit in Tophet, he| confesses he might have gone the ‘The hush of eve-|long way round; he was no more & spot as inhumanly grotesque ita days of high adventure, its care-| refused, with a growl, to have any.| "Me and its long shadows were on| prone to childish terrors than any heart, ite susceptibility to the! thing to do with him. Several times| the land when finally he scrambied | oth seductions of romance. : Quite seriously the adventurer en-| teftained a premonition of his to-| strangely, he thought, from a win. | entirely Morrow, a vision of himself in skullcap and seedy clothing (the trousers well-bagged at the knees) With rather more than a mere hint Of an equator emphasized by grease- tuncheon he; eyeing §=him)| course of fellow during the caught the dow of the auberge. In the end| the peasant girl who waited on him| grudgingly consented to put him on| his wa: | In @ focky gorge, called the Rajo!, | ADVENTURES © OF THE TWH > INS AT LAST SECURE FAIRY QUEEN'S WAND “Up there; just keep on looking,” said Flippety-F lop. * minute Mr. Flippety-Flop landed on the Beamy Gleam Star With his enormous shpes, ‘he spied 6 Very person he was hunting. That person was Fiap-Doodie, the Miéehievous fairy who had stolen the Fairy Queen’s wand and who caused everybody #0 ech trouble. sting — Flap-Doodle spied his visitor at the me time “Tee, where'd you get such eal asked Flap-Doodle. here'd you get such big ears?” eked Fiippety-Flop. ‘ ied with ‘em,” answered Plap- 6. “Bo do 1," replied Fippety-Flop. “That is, my feet carry me any | Pitee 1 wish to go—~which to just as good.” hee, (Mice day,” said Plap-Doodle. Pretty nice,” said Fippety-Flop. And then everything was pretty “4 for . little while, as it always when folks can’t thiuk of any- ching. * | Suddenly Flippety-Flop pointed up in the air. “Oh, look! he cried quickly, Flap-Doodle never suspected thing and rolled up his eyes, “Where?” he cried. “I don't see anything. “Up there! Just keep on looking,” said Fiippety-Flop. While Fiap-Doodle was looking, two little patches in Mr. Flippety. Fiop’s big shoes opened and out stole Nancy and Nick like two little pussy cats, They'd been hiding there, you know. The Twins tiptoed up to Flap. Doodle, still trying to ses what Mr, Flippety-Flop was pointing at, and before you could say “boo,” they had grabbed the wand out of his hand and run for dear life back into Mr. Fiippety-Flop's big shoes, Down to the earth strode Flippety Flop, straight to the Fairy Queen's palace, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) al |the face of any building, no chim-|ary man, but to his mind there) out to, the Causse again. Then he| was something sinister in the por-} lost his path another time, missed|tentous immobility of the place; tn the “village of Maubert,| its silence, its want of excuse for where he had thought to find a! being, a sense of age-old evil like an conveyance, or at least a gulde,, inarticulate menace. j and in the aliver and purple mys-| Out of mood he failed to tery of a perfect mooniight night) laugh Time and again he! found himself looking down from a| would himself liste hilltop upon Montpeliier-le-Vieux jhe knew not what, appr Rumor had prepared him to know| W*t ily the corner of the next huge the piace when he saw it, nothing | m0! oth as if thinking to surprise; for its stupendous lunacy, Heaven| behind it some ghoulish rite, glancing knows what conclusion or measured| SPPrehensively down the corridors process of nature accomplished this| ® passed, or overshoulder for some thing. For his part Duchemin was; S@meless = thing that stalked him tinable to accept any possible scien-| S94 was never there when. hel tific explanation, and will go to his|!oked, but ever lurked tmpishly grave believing that some halfiwit-| Just beyond the tail of his eye. j fed eyclops, back beyond the dim-| So that, when abruptly a man} mest dawn of time, created Mont-|M0ved from behind a rock some 20/ pellier-le-Vieux in an hour of Sdle.| °F 40° paces ahead, Duchemin Kens, bullding him a play city of| Stopped short, with jangled nerves, titanto monoliths, then wandered|*®4 ® barely smothered exclama-| away bhd forgot it alteqether tion. Possibly a ahape of spectral terror would have been leaq start-| Ho saw what seemed to bo @ eftY! ing: in that weird place and hour| at least two miles én length, more’ humanity seemed more incongruous than half as wide, @ huddle of| than the supernatural dwellings of every shape and slze,| ‘Tt was at once apparent that the! a labyrinth of narrow, tortuous) man had neither knowledge of nor| streets broken here and there by! sorcern with the stranger. For an| wide and stately avenues, with PUb-| instant he atood with his back to/ lie squares and vast cirques (of such the tatter, peering intently down | amphitheatres he counted no 1¢88) the aisie which Duchemin had been than six) and walls commanded byj rojowing, a atout body filling out| & citadel. too well the uniform of a private! But never door or window broke) soldier in the America Expedition Forees—that most ungainly, ney exhaled @ breath of smoke, inutile, unbecoming costume that neither wheel nor foot disturbed) ever graced the form of man, these grass-grown thorofares. . ..| Then ho half turned, beckoned Montpeliier-theOld indeed! Duche-| hastily to one invisible to the ob- min reflected; but rather Montpel-| server, and furtively moved on. As lier-the-Dead—dead with the utter] furtively his signal was answered by deadness of that which has never|a fellow who wore the nondescript lived garments of a peasant. And as sud- Marveling, he went down into the|denly as they had come into sight, city of stone and passed thru its) the two slipped round a rock shoul- desolate ways, shaping a course for) der, and tho street of monoliths was! the southern limits, where ho| empty. thought to find the road to Millau. (Continued Tomorrow) & ‘GooDBYE FOREVER 33= GOOD ~ ’ EVER Ps BUGs WaAcK We LOANED “TH! MAJOR 1S Per WeY'LL BE BRUSHING UP “TH! PYRAMIDS /| A nD A DUST- PAN! MONEV © BYE ~- ‘a * “Now, getting breakfast in the carly fifties,” Mr, Crosby went on with his story, “was unlike the same performance as 1 know it today. “No ‘ready to serve’ breakfast foods stood on the shelves, and no bacon sliced waferthin was on @ platter in the ice box; no panc ake flour proclaimed {teelf ready to bake with only the addition of so much cold water, And the cold water f{teelf was far from coming into @ cup at the turn of & nickled faucet. “All was very different, the water was carried from a spring up the hil, the flour must be sifted and kneaded into biscuits, the bacon must be got from the storehouse, where it had to be lifted from {ts hook, sliced with a butcher knife, and fried over @ wood fire which the housekeeper herself made, “It was « real task, and neither easily or quickly performed, and grandmother used in its getting every bit of material she dared epare from her own stores. Finally, it was all ready and the surly braves went at it. Stuff ing flakey biscuits into their mouths hungrily, putting three times as much sugar as they needed in their coffe, and mak- ing the bacon disappear like @ snowflake in a mill pond. [ATCHES epaRED , CLOCKS, AND SILVER PAGE 11 BLESS ME,HE DID TOOTH PICKS NOT GOIN TO BUY A RING FOR THAT DRESSMAKER — BE SURE To TELL YOUR CLERK TO CLOSE THE BACK TRANSOM - WE Found HE LEFT, tT OPEN LAST ) \GHT > MARSHAL OTEY WALKER WEAT /NTO THE JEWELRY STORE BUT NOT TO BLY A WEDDING RING AS. SOME FOLKS “THOUGHT. I'LL GO RIGHT TW AND TELL THAT YOUNG FLAPPER WHAT! THINK ABouT HER SMOKING OL - hl OT) Hi Cleland 2_£ Page 785 THE PLUCKY LITTLE GRANDMOTHER “You Wouldn't belleve what a dozen hungry Indians could do to @ breakfast that had taken the better part of an hour to prepare, that i#—unless you've seen A bunch of boys attack a meal ‘ike mother used to get.’ “Plate after plate of biscuits went, and enough bacon to Inst the family @ week, sugar by the bow! full, and coffee by the gal Jon, just disappeared, melted and except for an occasional grunt of satisfaction all in perfect silence. “When the last crumb wi fone the chief stood up and or- dered more, Grandmother looked surprised and shook her head, smiling. Again the chief said in his tongue, ‘More? and again the | little hostess shook her head, this time without a smile. “Slowly the big chief took his white man's gun from the folds of his blanket and pointing it at Grandmother, glared at her down its barrel. “Then grandmother was furt- ous. ‘NO! she cried. ‘No, T won't cook you another break- You have had all anybody I will not cook any hen she picked up a stick, and forgetting how ittle and helpless she was, sho ahook it at the chief and sald, “Take-your- men-and-get-out-of-here! “They saw how funny it was, and all left—laughing. Queer thing, though; that they didn't Kill her.” Od “ENTER, THE FLAPPER” | ‘sansseesetsassteaassasssttts! BY ZOE BECKLEY ttsssssssssssss2322832 NO. 17—PEG LISTENS TO LEE’S LOVEMAKING As Peggy, arm in arm with Lee,) Something in his voice comforted moved off toward the cliff-edge, her|her, She had felt the disapproval glance stole toward Bobby and|of the whole party. Their hostile Olive, going slowly, head bent tolair was plainer than words, But head, in the other direction. here was who breathed sym ‘That's not kind of you.” pathy. os were softly upon her, Pegey's eyes met Lae'n. What?” asked Peggy absently.| pairs were dangerous. Lee knew “Depriving mo of your thoughts.” | how to look his best in moonlight. one Roth |- His moonlight manner was now turned upon Peggy to the full. Her eyes wavered, and dropped. “Shucka — my thoughts aren't worth bothering with.” In her em- barrasament, sho sald whatever came into her head first, “Better let them be. ‘They're mongrel thoughts, Apt to bite, pefhapsl* They had reached a ittle point of land. On a neighboring one they could faintly see the white of Olive's face and the black of her gown close too close, thought Pegsy — to Lobby. Pessy {elt a queer temptation to ese patric tea y AP wots \, i burst into tears. But Lee's voice came, consolingly gentle: “You're not -fair to yourself, Perry.” She let the use of her first name pass, "Oh, I'm about as popular as the plague tonight.” “Have you taken the vote of this section of the population?” His voice was tuned precisely to the chord of her mood. This time she gave him her atten. tlon fully, greedily hungry for his words. 0 I haven't. How—does the BY ALLMAN YOUNG LADY, | LIKE YouR. NO, WG DON'T WANT ANY SILVER POLISH stand?” ne hundred per cent for you, dear.” In any other mood, Peggy would have shouted down the “dear.” But in the depression and recklessness she felt tonight, the little word was like balm to smarting wounds, cool- dusk to tired eyes, ‘They were standing on the crest of the cliff, whose sides descended sharply to the little shining beach. A few feet downward, and they would be entirely hidden from the rest of the ‘purty. Half unconscious that she moved, Peggy, guided by PLAYING BUT YOU OUGHT To CUT OUT THE PILLS - IT IS NOT BEC’ WEE, THE (ADY NEXT Doo TOOK TWO PACKAGES = - Lee, took the few steps that brought them well below the cliff edge. A flatish rock jutted out, Lee sat down upon it, drawing Peggy with him and captured both her hands before she realized it. Lee's face, spiritualized in the moonlight, was all tenderness, and thrillingly close to hers, “Pegay, child, you're loveller than any flower! I'm dizzy with the love of you, my darling.” And her ips were stopped with |his Kiss, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Stax} sexeriant inner saicrinmyareseineermerar nner iNeed