The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 20, 1922, Page 11

SEATTLE STAR PAGE 11 BY STANLEY THE THE OLD HOME TOWN O tn yale, on PCS WAN He'LL EVER GET OW ONG WILL Be Aw AUNTY, “MAT AIN'T No GooD music! « SHow WER HOW 1 @AN MAKE MV FIDDLE PLAY A SOUND LIKE A cKT MEOWIN' AU'A MOUGE SQUEAKIN'|! WoW NICELY You ARE GETTING ON WITH YouR VIOLIN LESSONG= PLAY THAT CUTE LITTLE “WALTZ. OF “THE Roses" Piece! ‘You SHOW ME THAT * SUSPICIOUS STRANGERS Room- SLL FLASH THESE PAPERS ON HIM THEN CLAP THE HANDCUFFS HIM QUICKERN SCAT! self, Duchemin catight the folded) = Jumped, and began to clamber in. ‘The man on the box war tugging fretfully at something wedged in the hip-pocket of his breeches; proof enough that he was not the original tenant of the uniform, since it fitted too snugly to permit ready extrac: which was the more sur-|tion of « pistol in emergency, when Duchemin'’s stick) But he got no chance whatever down the pistol hand of the/ to use the weapon; for the moment with such force as must have | Duchemin found his own feet in the json Page Six) while in between stood a with her back to and near the chasm, shrink the threat of a pistol In ands of the fourth man Sas last was the one nearest who was upon him so that it would be difficult| J You WILL LET His HAIR GROW LONG, hia wrist, The weapon fell,|xwaying vehicle he leaped on the witered an oath as he swung shoulders of the other and dragged qutching the maimed mem-) him backwards from the box. } ‘and then, seeing bis assailant; What followed was not very ctear | ‘the first time, he swooped down to him, & melange of impressions. | s the weapon #0 swiftly|'The mockAmerican fought like a. et it was in his left hand and devil unchained, cursing Duchemin ting vicious tongues of orange| fluently in the purest and foulest vee pefore Duchemin was abie/argot of Bellevitie—which is not in pat ina second Diow. | the French vocabulary of the dough- there was the abrupt end of| boy, The animals at the pole caught Smitten cruelly be-| fire of this madness and ran ‘the eyes, the fellow grunted/in good earnest, that wretched Sably and went over backward# barouche rolled and pitched like a| mm bundle of rags, head and/rudderiess shell in a crazy sca, She futting out over the brink | two men floundered io its well like so far that, tho/fish In @ pail, checked perceptibly as it) They fought by no rules, with no the ground, his own weight/ science, but bit and kicked and him on, he shot out into) gouged and wrenched and struck ‘and vanished as tho some/as occasion offered and each to the hand had lifted up from/best of his ability, Duchemin @ark depths and plucked him) caught glimpses of a face like a ger aie : panengs devilmask, hideously dis- ED To THE shrie! again,|torted with worki | NAL ie mf ne, ote oes eae a eee ex oe ARENA SCER, Wen nie NEEDED PADERS To ARREST himself knew 4 sickish insane eyebalis rolled and MAK . MAS THE —, nae aay ed SUSPICIOUS STRANGER STOPPING AT THE CENTRAL. HOTEL MR WALKER HAS HIS BYE ON A_ REWARD - BY ALLMAN WHERE 1S DANNY? 1 WANT “To ‘TEACH HIM SOMETHING - WHERE 1S HE? Tom Investigates | IT WASN'T ANYTHING VERY SERIOUG— | REQUESTED HIM “To MUCH ABOUT CHILOREN- || DO SOMETHING AND HE REFUSED TO 1SEND HIM To ScHOOL To GET ||! po rr- SO 1 DETAINED HIM FOR AN EDUCATION AND NOT | A PEW MINUTES AFTER SCHOOL ae Ge mreaar Yor | AND TALKED ‘To HIM — THAT WAS DOINGS OF THE DUFFS ‘TOM, I'M NOT GOING TO SEND DANNY ‘To SCHOOL “TODAY ~ HE HAD A RUMIN WITH HIS TREACHER YESTERDAY AND I'M GOING ‘TO KEEP HIM HOME - J SUPPOSE SHE'S Some OLOMAIO WHO DOESN'T KNOW SELF - PLL STRAIGHTEN OUT THIS MATTER - fT ® I FEE e # | rf ef F i E i i E ns | Fist : i : i ! eB if H °f Fi i oF ae i one inferred that he was! appreciate a face of pallid jovell- ‘ acquainted with the certainly not their accus- Giver. And since {it took ness, intelligent and composed, while she addressed him quietly and directly to the point in a voice } some moments to come to| whose timbre waa, he fancied, out senses and appreciate that all| of character with the excellent ac cont of its French. An exquisite voice, nevertheless. English, he the! guessed, or possibly American, but suddenty into an awk-| much at home tn France. . . gallop and whisked| “Monsieur d'Aubrac been wounded, a knife thrust. has it will be Extending him-| necessary to get him to a surgeon for Flap-Doodle, he flew back to the Tinky-Winkle is Mr. Fiippety-Viod strode) Nick from the other one, EFairy Queen's palace after Eee all the way down from the im Star, the airy Queen ; ible things have h eee Flap-DodBke wtoie my 04 Nick are lont and can't 4nd ail my beloved coun turned into things. # ® turtle, and Rubadub'’s le-Blow is a raintoad, tch 6 a long, green What shall 1 do?” sae looked very queer. Shouldn't fori no bad about ‘ype he your highness, in out Very ail right In tes ‘MPOke, he looked ed down mean- tie toes of hin big nhows Me patches were about Ie. Ten. sume they a:4 Ny off, nud out | from 908 sive and And in Nancy's hand was the long. |lowt wand! “Oh, my dear, dear child!" erted the Queen, hugging her close, “I was #0 afraid you were lost forever, -|both of you.” And she patted Nick proudly and said how he'd grown and how brave jhe was. “And now you must sit down and tell me all about it,” she sald. “But first of all, give me my wand that 1 may turn all my beloved councilors back into fairies again.” ‘Then she waved it and sald some magic words. One by one Tingaling and Ruba dub and all the others appeared looking as well as ever, Then they all sat in a circle and heard the story of the Twins, As for Flap-Doodle, he flew back to the Tinky-Winkle Star by his ears and became a Tinky-Winkler again (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by seattio Star) WHO 18 HIS TEACHER? . VLL GO OVER AND StE HER “THIS MORNING AND SEE WHAT'S wronc! as quickly as possible. I fancy there will be none nearer than Nant Do you know the way?” “One can doubtless find it,” eald Duchemin modestly. “But I myself am not without knowledge of wounds, Perhaps. . .” “If monsieur would be #0 good.” Duchemin knelt beside the man, who welcomed him with open eyes and wry smile that was elmost as faint as his voice. “It is nothing, monsieur—a clean cut tn the arm, with some loss of “But let me see.” ed the head of Monsieur d’Aubrac mat back and watched Duchemin with curious, grave eyes in which traces of moisture gitmmered. “Had the animal at my mercy, I thought,” dAubrao apologized, | “when suddenly he drew that knife, | stuck me and broke away.” “Lt understand,” Duchemin re. plied. “But don’t talk. You'll want all your strength, my friend.” With his pocket-knife he laid open the sodden sleeves of coat and shirt, exposing an upper arm stained dark with blood that welled |in ugly Jets from @ cut both wide and deep. “Artery severed,” he announced, and straightened up and looked about, at a loss. “My pack-——-?” One’ fons in moments of ex- citement are apt to be largely di- rected by the subconsctous, he knew; still he found it hard to be- Neve that he could unwittingly | have lruckeack while making ready to pursue ‘ the American uniform Nevertheless, {t seemed, that was just what he had done. The woman who had spoken to him found and fetehed it from no great distance; and its contents en- abled Duchemin to improvise « tourniquet, and when the flow of “ENTER, Yor a moment Pesgsy was too breathless to speak or ery out. In- tent as she had been on her own game, she was off guard the instant she found herself in Lee's arma, But the touch of his lips sent such a revulsion thru her she almost turn ed sick, Pushing with all her strength she tried to get free. Tut his hold was ike a vise. She man uged to turn her head and, gasping, free her lips. “Let gol Ob, how did you dare—~ ‘The young girl In whore Inp rest-| unshipped and dropped his! BY ZOE BECKLEY NO, 18—PEGGY PAYS FOR HER FOLLY blood was checked, a bandage, Dur- ing the operation @’Aubrac uno® tentatiousty fainted, ‘The young girl caught her breath, a fluttering bisa. “Don't be alarmed, mademoteelie,” Duchemin soothed her. “Ho will come round presently, he will do} splendidly now tll we get him to) bed, and then his convalescence | will be morely the matter of @ while of rest.” | Ho slipped his armas beneath the) unconscious man, gathered him up) bodily and bore him to the carriage | —and, thanks to man’s amusing amour propre, made far less of tha! effort than It cost him. Then, with | d'Aubrac disposed as comfortably as) might be on the back seat, once) again pillowed tn a fashion to make| any man envious, Duchemin turned | to find the other women at his el) bow. | To the eldest he offered a bow! to her condition and a hand to help her into the barouche, “Madam o fon had measurably the aged head which acknowledged his courtesy was as eloquent of her quality as he found the name which whe gave him in quavering accents. “Madame de Sevenie, monsicur.” | “With madame’s permission: I am) Andre Duchemin.” “Monsieur Duchemin has placed us all deeply in hin debt. Louise) +.” The girl in the carriage looked up 4 bowed, murmuring. “Mademoiselle de Montalais, mon- sieur: my granddaughter. And Eve...” Sho turned to the third, to her whose voice of delightful no. cent was not in Duchemin's notion wholly French: “Madame de Monta- tails, my daughter by adoption, | widow of my grandson, who died) | gloriously for his country at La Fere-Champenoise.”” (Continued Tomorrow) FLAPPER” you nasty creature!" Without relaxing, he looked at her, pondering her wrathful outburst. Slowly an ugly Nght filled his eyes. Pinning her slender arma, he looked her slowly over, contemptuously, searchingly, “Nasty creature, eh?” he repeated, altogether a different man from the urbane courtier of a moment before “Say, little flapper, where do you get that line? One would think you clean ay angel's wings.’ ar. & * Page Grattle + 4 , od * Sport Cleland _» 786 SERVED IN COURSES Almost any woman's magazine or woman's page will give a young man instructions about just how to act at a formal dinner. And almost every mother has @ busy time of ft teaching her small sons and daughters what to do, and what not to do at the table. Probably you, yourself, have even asked why ft ts polite to dip your soup from you, not toward you, and made some fort of racket about buttering bread In bits instead of over the whole alice. But tn those early days about which the kiddies and you love to hear, If a fellow didn’t know, why-—he was just “out o” luck,” that's all, And if a boy's people moved ‘West when ho was a little thing, and hoe had been used to having ploneer sort of meals, ho probably wouldn’t know how to act at all, specially tf his family was like Chestey's family. Mort all the settlers who came first to our wonderful Northwest country had hard times, and most of them 4 ik “coffee” made of toasted wheat kernels, and ute more clams than meat, and had dessert only once in a great, great while. But along in the early fifties quite a few of them had made good homes for themselves, had chickens, and gardens with fine Vegetables in them, and smoked their own hams and bacon, and the housekeepers could plan very scrumptious dinners, and cook! My, how those pioneer mothers could cook! So it happened that one day a big dinner was planned. “We'll make {it a regular dinner, too,” one of the ladies sald, “It's high time we should be having some civilized social affairs; we will make this a formal dinner, and serve It right.” ‘The day came and the guests ar rived, and because there were so very few white people to invite, everybody In the settlement was invited (we aren't telling where this was, but it wasn’t too far away), so Chesley was there, Poor Chesley, who was used to having all that was to be served put on the table at once, understand about when he inished his ‘sou and saw anid, “01 please,” and a but he was hungry atill, so while all the other guests watched, and had to sit and watch the others eat a whole, wonderful dinner of four courses! oo 7 7 eed Peggy's spirit writhed. Humilla- tion whipped and stifed her, But she was more frightened even than) hurt. “What do you mean! dare you say such a—" “Oh, come now, cut out that dare stuff! Here you are, got up like a 12. sheet poster—come-hither glances— stepping high and fast—smoking like a little chimney—lapping the brew like ® seasoned vet—hopping it with the best of them—necking for all ‘ro worth—-playing me for an And how |know your kind, You’: easy thing—and then you try to pull that dave stuftt “Don't make me laugh, sweetie! I frisky lt tle colt on the loose, and I’ve got a wicked line out for you, “Don't you suppose we all know you dropped that pen-knife into the engine on purpose? We didn't know what your game was, but I thought I'd find out... .. Did you turn me down when I invited you for a pet- ting stroll?” Peggy wrenched her hands free and covered her burning face. Hot tears were welling up, that she struggled to suppress, “I—oh, you beast! WILL WORK OUT ALLRIGHT IN, FIRS, TRUS » “HCO— USTGN TO THIS Cetree HE SENT HER : “PRECIOUS OF MY Cites, HOW Time Dead: f——1OW CEADEN Feet! fr is (cars JEwWSL, UCHT s Sy SINCG % EMBRACED YOU (ESTER Tay THat Docsn'Tt SOUND FUNNY TO Me, Bvt Wee sav tt DOES SOUND FAMICtARr § Ie You DON'T FIND THoss CertTeeRs In THS PRESR FuNNY ENOUS TLL Ge VP IN “WES ATTIC 4ND one DOWN A WHOL] hae OF OCTHERS THE ORIGINAL —I only meant—" She had to stop. ‘There was no explanation she could make. “You meant! You meant! Hell ts paved with ‘I meants.’ Even if you didn't mean what any blind man could see you meant, you've no alibi. IN Lee stopped in chagrin, His hold relaxed and he stared at her, Wag it surprise she read in his face? Could he really have thought her as cheap and course as his angry words had said? She felt sick and faint, and closed “If you will play with matotes,|her eyes—only to open them as she you'll get burnt, whether you mean to start fires or play jackstraws with ‘em... But never mind, my little duriing—I like your spirit!” And without warning again his arms pinned her, and his hot breath swept her face. Wild with fright, 1 didn’t mean Peggy sent out one piercing scream. {heard the frightened cry of Winnie, the rush of substantial feet and over the edge of the ridge slid Ted Harker with the momentum and fighting temper that had made him famous in football. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1022, by; Beattie Bia