The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 18, 1922, Page 11

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(Continued From Yesterday) he car gathered way, notselessty STILL HAVE In four minutes by Lanyard’s, “lipped the gear shift into the fourth, | : the pulse of the limousine | "peed and bore heavily on the accel: to deat upon the etiliness of /@rator, They were making forty, sleepy countryside, A bdiue.| Miles an hour when they struck the ite glare Uke naked and hungry | level and thundered past the group. leapt quivering past the bend,| A glimpse of startied faces, the in a wide aro as the lamps) scream of a man who had strayed ves became visible, and lay|incautiously into the roadway and ital with the road as the oar) stopped -there, apparently petrified) a past. by the peril that bore down upon| “Evidently Leon feet quite lost! him without li¢hts or any other! : ua” Lanyard commented. until one of the forward! Jules—follow his rear lamp, don’t out out your muffler, Can/ straw—and only the night of manage without headlights for| the open road lay before them. Jules| whilet™ touched the headlight switch and opened the exhaust, Above the roar) ine of the latter Lanyant fancied a oe he could hear a faint rattling sound. | . bs gy Bie the Aha ES looked back and smiled grimly. : ‘eye in the rear of the limou.| S4*P. short flames of orange and/ as tt tng their hopes soarlet were stabbing the darkness. oy Aeewes 4 = eee Jules, how. | Somebody had opened fire with an j Ererea nresentful: and he| *utomatic pistol . . . Sheer waste a ay euaigetaan. |of ammunition! LUKE FORD SAN SOHN D. Fes EeG502582555 iz “To anybody who's ever piloted load of casualties thru eighteen of mud, dodging shel! holes nd shells on their way to make Bew holes, in a Diack rainstorm at Midnight—this sort of thing,” Jules a@nnounced—"a hard, smooth road under a clear sky—is simple ple.” So it may have seemed to hi But to Lanyard and Liane Delo: hurled along a road they could no eee at anywhere from forty to sixty filles an hour, with no manner of GUidance other than an elusive tatl- lamp which was forever whisking round corners and remaining invis- Mle ti Jules found his way round fm turn, by instinct or second sight or intuition—whatever It was, it Proved unfalling—It was a nervous time. oe there was half an hour of grade with @ sharp turn at th fon the rear seat with arms crossed Leyes of the «ray car swing Into j work, he called ft, | He crawled forward and commu | nicated his news, shouting to make | himself heard, The pace waxed terrific on a read, ike so many roads of France, ap- parently interminable and straic at. | On either hand endless ranks of} poplars rattled Itke loose palings of| | some tremendams picket fenca And yet, long before the road turned, Lanyard, staring astern as he knelt on the folded top, saw the two white view and etart In pursult Quick “Don't ease up unless you have to," he counseled: “don't think we dare give them an toch.” Back at his post of observation, he watched, hoping against hope, while the car lunged and tore Itke! @ mad thing thru the night, snoring up grades, goreaming down them, drumming across the levels, clatter. Dottom, as they knew from the fact/ing wildly thru villages and ham-| that the red eye had just winked) lets; while the moon rose and gath-| out, somewhere on ahead, there) ered strength and made the road pounded a grinding crash, the noise of a stout fabric rent and crushed with the clash and clatter of shiv ered glass. “Easy,” Lanyard cautioned—“and ready with the lights!" Both warnings were superfluous. Jules had already disengaged th gears. Gravity carried the car found the curve, slowly, smoothly, tly; under constraint of its 9 It slid to A pause on a steep 33 Path eltetetl vetted ite aFAEe adil Detween wake up, Jules—give her all she's got!” “I gave him a magic egg with a stone wall in it,” accused the old witch. All the magicians and sorcerers Were having a meeting under @ Sloomy, dark cliff. There was, first of all, Twelve Toes, the Sorcerer. It was he who had called the meeting, Then there was Eena Meena, who lived on the Dream Star, and Halloo- Hatio, who lived jn a valley, and Tricky Trixo, who never lived in the faine place twice, and the Sour Old hb, who lived under a waterfall, ‘And all of them. They were talking about Nancy a Nick, who were riding back to Fairyland in the magico automobile. They were also talking about Light Fingers, the bed fairy, who had tried © get the automobile away from Twins and couldn't “Fie on you! For shamef’ said [Twelve Toes crossly to the bad it fairy. Light Fingers hung his head. “Very stupid-—very stupid, in- it” remarked’ Kena Meena steru- |& streaming river of milk and ink; while his heart sank as minute auc ceeded minute, mile followed mile, and ever the lights of the pursuing car, lost to sight from time to time, | reappeared with a brighter, flercer) giow, and conviction foreed itself ome that they were being grad- | wally but surely overhauled. He took thie intelligence to the (ear of Jules. The chauffeur an. |swered only with a worrted shaki jot his head that said too plainly The woman silpped down upon the Moor and Jules crouched over the| wheel, Lanyard fingered his auto- matic but held its fire against a moment when he coul4 be more sure of his arm. Instead, he turned te the lunch hamper and opened it, Liane’s pro- vistoning had been ample for a {party thrice thetr number, The first empty bottle broke to one side, the second squarely be. tween the front wheels. He grmaped the first full bottle by the neck and felt that {ts weight promised more Mow Lise WeLen,r || Ke CAN DEWE You ton’y dave An0 ("A NOT AFRAID TO ie Wome ALONG- PLEA: ASO A accuracy, but G@ucked before at tempting to throw it ae « volley of shots sought to discourage him. At the first lull he rose and cast the bottle with the overhand action em- ployed in grenade throwing. nm crashed fairly beneath the nearer forward wheel of the gray car, but without effect, other than to draw) another volley in retaliation, This he risked; the emergency had grown too desperate for more paltering: the lead had been abridged to thirty yards; in two minutes more it would be nothing. ‘The fourth bottle went wild, but the fifth exploded six inohes tn front of the offside wheel and its jagged fragments ripped out the heart of the tire. On the Instant of the ao companying blowout the gray car shied like a frightened horse and sweryed off the road, hurtling head- long into a clump of trees. The wub- sequent crash wae like the detona- tion of @ great bomb, Deep shad ows masked that tragedy beneath the trees. Lanyard saw the beam of the headlights lift and drill per- pendioularly into the zenith before ft was biacked out. Ho turned and yelled in the ear of Jules: “Blow down! Take your time! They've quit’ Liane Delorme rose from her cramped position on the floor, and stared tncredulously back along the empty, moonlit road. “What has become of themT™ Lanyard offered a vague gesture. i... tried to climb a tree,” he re- ly. “I gave him a@ perfectly good dream to use, and he just wasted it” Light Fingers hung his head still more. “And I gave him a magio egg with | a stone wall in ft,” acoused the Sour Old Witch, “Yet here he is—empty | handed.” By this time Light Fingers’ chin | nearly touched his chest, he was s0/ jashamed of himself. | Suddenly Tricky Trixo spoke up. | “Did any of you ever hear of a lasso?” Nobody ever had and they were all curious. \ ) So Tricky Trixo explained what it! | was and then said, “Why not try It on the magic automobile?” | “Fine! Finel* cried everybody. “We'll get a rope at once.” | But up Im his tree-top the Green Wizard heard them and smiled, (Lo Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Beatle Star) _ plied weartly, and dropping back on the rear seat began to worry the cork out of the last pint bottle of champagnes, He reckoned he had earned # Grins if anybody ever had. xx, ‘The Sybarites Without disclaiming any credit that was rightly his due for mak- ing the performance possible, Lan yard felt obliged to concede that Liane Delorme’s confidence had been well repowed In the ability of Jules to drive by the clock, For when the touring car made, on a quayside of Cherbourg's avant port, | what was for its passengers its last stop of the night, the hour of eight bells was being sounded aboard the/| countless vessels that shouldered one lanother in the twin basins of the) commercial harbor or rode at anchor between its granite jetties and the distant bulwark of the Digue. Nor was Jules disposed to deny himself well-earned applnuse, Re- ceiving none immediately when he got down from his seat and tn. dulged in one luxurious stretch, “I'll disserninate the information to |ing, On the landward side, from Wome JUST AS WELL AS NoT- on-Tom! teored, “that was traveling” “and now that you have Gone 90,” Liane Delorme suggested, “per haps you will be good enough to let the stewards know we are waiting.” If the grin was impudent, the) salute she got in acknowledgment wan perfection; Jules faced about | like a military automaton, strode off briskly, stopped at some distance to Nght a cigaret, and In effect fad- ed out with the flame of the match, Lanyard didn't try to keep track | of his going. Committed as he stood) to follow the lead of Liane De lorme to the end of this chapter! of intrigue (and with his mind at) ease as to Monsieur Dupont, for the time being at least) he was largely indifferent to intervening develop- ments. } He had asked no questions of Li- ane, and his knowledge of Cher-| bourg was limited to a momory of passing thru the place as a boy,) with @ casehardened criminal as guide and police at their heels. But} assuming that Liane had booked) passages for New York by a Cunard. | er, a White Btar or American line boat—all three touched regularly at) Cherbourg, westbound from South- ampton—he expected présently to go aboard @ tender and be ferried out to one of thé steamers whore riding lights were to be séen in the roadstead. Meanwhile he was lazily content... Mellow voloee of bell metal swelled and died on the midnight air while, lounging against the motor car— with Liane at his side registering moro impatience than he thought the occasion called for—Lanyard listened, stared, wondered, the breath of the sea sweet in his nos- trils, ita flavor in his throat, his vision lost in the tangled web of masts and cordage and funnels that stenctled the moon-pale sky: tho witching glamor of salt water bind- ing all his senses with its time-old spell. It was quiet there upon the quay, Somewhere a winch rattled drowslly and weary tackle whined; more near at hand, funnels were snoring and pumps chugging with a con- stant, monotonous noise of splash- wine shops across the way, came blurred gusts of laughter and the walling of an accordeon, The foot- fi of @ watchman, or perhaps a nt de ville, had lo echoes, The high electric arcs were motion- loss, and the shadows cast by their steel-blue glare lay on the pave an {f painted in lampblack, Dupont, the road to Paris, seemed figments of some dream dreamed long ago... The tip of a pretty slipper, tap- the terrestrial univers.” he yolun-Ding restlessly, continued to betray *& COAT AND HAT FOUND ON THE CREEK GANK. WHICH SOME THOUGHT. BEEN LEFT BY THE MISSING MARSHAL OTEY WALKER- AS CLAIMED BY THE RIGHTFUL OWNER TODAY WEN OLSON. HIRED MAN AT THE PARSONS FARM, Cee UW Yi ¢ Page 810 “NEVER? “Here, you silly Englishmen! Judson called out, “Want to get your silly head blown offf Or maybe you think you'd rather ride the rest of the way down this canyon Ike Burleigh. Get down there! And le low, mighty low, and miss these bullets tf you cant “But the Englishman only stood the straighter, and in his careful manner of speech he call- 4 back—‘Nevert Never will I lie @own and hide. An Englishman takes bis danger standing—he Goesn’t Me down and he dossn’t hide’ * Dadéy laughed « Mitte as he added, “Mr. Judson didn't say what he did to convince him, but I guess he managed all right, for the young man came thru safe, “It was en awful trip, and it was four long days and bitter nights before they reached Fort Yale, the Hudson's Bay trading post. It was night when they got in, “We've been attacked by In- dians,’ they explained to the men at the fort, ‘and one of our men ts badly woundet. Can we get shel- ter for the night, and @ doctor? “Shelter you can have and welcome,’ they told them, ‘but it's a poor place to bring @ man that's badly hurt. It's near 10 miles to the only doctor about here, and it's a wild trai! to follow, and as you've found out for yourselves, a ‘wild night to be out’ “Torches of whale off and fish ofl cast a flickering, shadowy glow over the rough clad group of men, and showed their faces white and drawn with the long strain of the dangerous, difficult Journey down the river, showed the anxious lines about their eyes and showed the agonized face of Burleigh Plerce as he lay on the rude stretcher. “Btephen Judson looked at the men, and at the sufferer, when he told me amout It his syes shone, at the memory, “You know,’ he eat@, I was Just a boy, But—I seemed to have @ clear head, and a sense of what was right to do. And I did ite" (To Be Continued) nen HH Ht te Liane’s temper. But she said noth- ing. Privately Lanyard yawned. ‘Thon Jules, tagged by three me with the fair white jackets and shuffling galt of stewards, snun- tered into view from behind two mountains of freight, and an- nounced: “All ready, madame,” LA- ane nodded courtly, lingered to watch the stewards attack the jumble of luggage, saw her jowel case shoul- dered, and followed the bearer, Lan. yard at her elbow, Jules remaining with the car, The steward trotted thru winding aisles of bales and crates, turned a corner, darted up @ gangplank 40 ie the main-deck of @ small steam ves- sel, so excessively neat and smart with shining bright work that Lan- yard thought !t one uncommon ten- der indeed, and surmised a martinet in command, It seemed curious that there were not more passen- gers on the tender’s deck; but per- haps he and Liane were among the first to come aboard; after all, they were not to sail before morning, ac- cording to the woman, He appre- hended a tedious time of waitin before he gained his berth, He noticed, too, a life ring lettered SYBARITE, and thought this an odd name for @ vessel of commer. ‘The woman sub- sided gracefully Into a cushioned arm-chair, crossed her knees, and smiled at his perplexity, AaUSTEPPIII ATI! i Y; WILL LY yy Y‘ Do Kou KNOW WHAT. KIND OF A CAR “THIS 13, SIRE ~ eae SpRS < Kwow— it's A ‘Then he found himself! do not know what ts that ‘wrong descending a wide companionway to) Pew.'" one of the handsomest saloons he had ever entered, a living room that, aside from its concessions to marine architecture, might have graced a residence on Park lane or on Fifth ave. in the alxties, Lanyard stopped short with his hand on the mahogany handrail. “I say, Liane! haven't we stumbled into the wrong pow?” “Wrong pewT” “I mean to say... this fe no tender, and it unquestionably isn't an Atlantic liner.” “I should hope not. Did T prom- ise you a—what do you say?--ten- der or Atlantic liner? But no; I do not think I told you what sort of vessel we would sail upon for that America, You did not ask,” “True, little sister, But you might have prepared mo, This is a pr vate yacht,” “Are you disappointed?” “I won't say that...” (Continued