The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 25, 1922, Page 11

gantioned From entero Michael, my Michael" he | ait you but knew, if only you at hatiave! It is so real to me, 80 tue, @ overwhelming, the greatest of all How oan it be other. a teyout. - + Noi @o not think @o not think I blame pare room in my heart for tment. But, oh my dear! Sa pesly able to make you un think what life could be to and me What could tt 4 that we desired? You with it, your strength, your skill, with my great love to and sustain you-what @ patr make! what happiness be cure! Think, Michael— ua" thought, Liana” he - IC, perants cn kind an the hb that held her. “I have thought . Bhe lifted her face so near thelr breaths mingled, and he conscious of the allure of tremu and parted lips. "You have and. . Tell me your my Micha * “Why, I think two things,” satd ¢ “First, that you deserve to ly kissed.” He kissed hor, with discretion, and firmly put from him. “Then"—his tone en a note of carnestness—"that you have sald ts true, ft ts and I am sorry, Liane, very And, if it is not true, that was well played. Shall ft rest at that, my dear?” lifting her, he helped her tnto her chair, and as she her face away, struggling for of ter emotion, true or he ant back, found his cigaret band slipping @ cigaret between } cast about for a mateh. @ had none in his pockets, but that there was a stand on one wicker tables nearby. Rising, Lanyard found himself exchanging looks of mystification with Collison, and heard hia own voles make the fiat statement: “But there is no- body . . ." Collison muttered words Whioh he took to be: “No, and never was.” “But you must have seen him from the bridge,” Lanyard insisted Dlankly, "if..." “I looked around as soon as 1 heard her cat! out,” Collison replied: “but I didn't see anybody, only mademoiselio here--and you of course, with that match.” “Please help me up.” Liane De- lorme asked tn a faint votes. Collt- #on lent @ hand. In the support and shelter of LAnyard’s arm the wom. an's body quivered like that of a frightened child, “I must go to my stateroom,” she sighed uncertainly, “But Iam afraid. . .” “Do not be, Remember Mr, Colll- son and I. . , Beside, you know, there was nobody . . .” The assertion seemed to exasper ate her: her voice discovered now \atrength and violence, “But f am telling you I saw... that assassin!'—ehe shuddered again “standing there, In the shadow, miartng at me as if I had surpriged him and he did not know what next to do. I think he must have been spying down thru the akylight; It was the glow from it that showed me his red, dirty tace of a pig.” “You came aft on the port elde, didn’t yout’ Lanyard inquired of the second mate, Collison nodded, “Running.” he said—"couldn't tmagine what was up. “Tt ts easy not to see what one ts not looking for.” Lanyard mused, staring forward along the starboard mide. “If a man had dropped fiat ‘and squirmed along until In the ehel- ter of the engine-room ventilators, he could bave run forward—bending oo you know—without your seeing mn.” “But you were standing here, to starboard!” “I tell you, that match was blind. * | tng me,” Lanyard affirmed trritably. | “Resides, I wasn't looking—except at my sivter—wondering what was the matter.” Collison started. “Excuse me," he said, reminded—tf mademotselie’s all right, I ought to get back to the bridge.” “Take me below,” Liane begred “I must speak with Captain Monk.” Monk and Phinutt were taking thetr case plus nigttoaps tn the cap- tain's sttting-room. A knock brought & prompt invitation to “Come tn!’ Lanyard thrust the door open and »jourtly addressed Monk: “Mademot- selle Delorme wishes to see you.” ‘The eloquent eyebrows tndicated sur Prise and restenation, and Monk got up and Inserted himself into hie white speaking directly to Liane, “You tmnagined it fhe had recovered much of her composure, enough to enable her to shrug her @isdain of such stupidity. “T tell you only what my two eyes saw” “To be eure,” Monte agreed with « specious alr of being wide open to -feonviction, “What became of him, then?” “You ask me that, knowing that tn stress of terror I faintedr’ ‘The eyebrows achieved an effect of studied weartness. “And you saw Nobody, monsteur? And Collison ain't, ether?” Lanyard shook his head to each question. “Still, tt {1s passthie—”" “All gammon—all tn her eye! No man Digger than a cockroach could have smuggied himself aboard this yacht without my being tol4. I know my ship, I know my men, I know what I'm talking about.” “Presently” Liana prophesied darkly. *you may be talking about At @ loss, Monk mutterea: “Don't “When you find yourself, some fine morning, with your throat cut |in your steep, tke poor de Lorgnes— or garroted, as I might h: been.” “What was it the gnomes stole?” she demanded, The Fairy Queen was about to Nancy and Nick on another ture, a very important one, Were going to hunt for Mother ® lost broom. body was giving advice. I were you,” said fat Mr. ling, the fairy landlord, “I'd fn ali the cellars. That's where en nee, I've heard tell.” y" interrupted Mr. Rubadub, ak in the corners. ‘That's wher . ei their brooms, i of the nort,” declared s Beribble Scratch, the school- + “I'll bet you somebody has ® paddling stick out of it. §n the achoo! rooms.” re ail wrong,” said Cap'n ike, who lived tn the ocean. make 2 good oar-handie, the boats, my dears, look in “Ridiculous!’ snorted Mr. Pim Pim, the Brownte, in contempt. “It's jas plain as the nose on the parson’s |face that my enemies, the gnonres, |have stolen ft. Crookabone would |stop at nothing.” “Goodness gracious alive, what's {all this?” remarked a new voice, and who should come hobbling in but old Mother Goose herwif, leaning heavily on @ cane, “What was it |the gnomes stole?” she demanded. “What? My broom! Ha, hal! That's & go0d joke. No, the gnomes don't like brooms. They hate them. “No, the person who stole my broom, most lkely, is one of my own people up in the sky, but I |don’'t know which one it i#— |Humpty Dumpty or Jack Horner or ‘Simple Simon or somebody else. | That's what we have to find out.” (To Be Continued) Monk cut him short impatiently.|. . “Lose none before you have the! ' TIE SEAT OUR BOARDING HOUSE HONEST HoNEEY~ TVe Bees THINKING ABOUT You ALL DAY “TOO — YEH ~ HUH?- ALL RIGHT~ IF You DON'T MIND w~- "BOLT EIGHT SALESMAN $AM “TOUGH Wipe oN WIS HEART, BH? = Ha-HA CUPID ONLY THREW ONE SJAVELIN AT HIM AN! SMOTE HIM SILLY # FROM Now oN He/LL “TALK LIKE HE HAS A MOUTH FULL oF MARSHMALLOWS » FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS “I'm not going to lose any sleep | Poptnot, i¢ anything.” ." Monk began. YVease! searched,” Liane pleaded, with @ change of tone, “You know, mes stours, I am not & woman given to hallucinations, I aw... Andi tell you, while that assassin is at liberty aboard this yacht, not one of our lives is worth @ sou—no, not oner" “Oh, you shall have your search.” Monk gave in as one who indulges « childish whim. “But I can tell you now what we'll find—or won't.” “Then Heaven help us all! Liane went swiftly to the door of her room, but there hesitated, looking back In appeal to Lanyard. “I am afraid “Lat me have a look round firet.” And when Lanyard had satisfied himself there was nobody concealed tm any part of Ltans’s suite, and had been rewarded with a glance of gratitudg—"I shall lock myself in, of couse,” the woman said from the ithreshol4—‘and 1, have my pistol, too.” “But I aseure you,” Monk com- mented in heavy sarcasm, “our tentions are those of honorable men.” ‘The door slammed, and the sound of the key turning in the look fol- lowed. Monk trained the eyebrows into a look of long-suffering patience “A glass too much . . . Seein’ things!” “No,” Lanyard voleed rhortly his belief; “you are wrong. Liane saw something.” “Nobody questions that,” Phinutt yawned. “What one does question Is whether she raw @ man or « figment of her imagination—some effect of the shadows that momentarily sug gested @ man.” “Shadows do play queer tricks at night, at sea,” Monk agreed. “I re- member once——" “Then let us look the ground over and see if we can make that explana. tion acceptable to our own intelll- gences,” Lanyard out in. “No harm in that.” Phinult fetehed a pocket flash. Hamp, and the three reconnoltred ex. haustively the quarters of the deck in which the apparition had mant ‘Tested iteelf to the woman. By no strain of credulity could the Imagina tlon be made to accept the effect of | shadows at the designated spot as \the shape of somebody anding \there. On the other hand, when Phinult obligingly posed himself be. ltween the mouth of the companton- |way and the eklight, ft had to be ad- | mitted that the glow from elther wide provided fairly good cover for one who might wish to linger there, ob- serving and unobserved, “still, 1 don’t believe she saw any- (Copyright, 1922, Beattle Star) thing,” Monk persisted—“a phantom if “But wait, What is it we have here?” Lanyard, ecrutinizing the deck | with the flashlamp, stooped, picked | up something, and offered tt on an outepread palm upon which he| trained the clear electric bear. i “Cigaret stub?’ Monk sald, and} sniffed. “That's a famous find” = | “A clgaret manufactured by the French Regie.” | “And well stepped on, too,” Phi-/ nuit observed. “Well, what about) str" t j “Who that uses this part of the dack would be apt to tnsult bts palate | with auch a cigaret? No one of us) —hardly any one of the officers or) stewards.” | deck-hand might have to find the quarterdeck thie hour.” “Even ordinary seamen avold, | when they can, what the Regto sells | under the name of tobacco, Nor ts it | Mkely such a one would risk the con- | nequences of defying Captain Monk's | celebrated discipline “Then you believe it was Popinot, too™ “T belleve you would do well to make the search you have promised thoro and immediate.” “Plenty of time,” Monk reptied wearily. “I'l turn this old tub tn- side out, if you insist, in the morn- ing.” “Rut why,monsleur, do you remain no obstinately Ineredulous?” “Well,” Monk drawiled, “I've known the pretty lady a number of yenrs, and if you ask mo she's quite up to playing little games all her own.” “Pretending, you mean—for prt- vate ends?” The eyebrows offered a gesture ur- bane and seeptient. Whether or not seep brought Monk better counsel, the morning's ranencking of the versel and the ex amination of her crew proved more painstaking that Lanyard had ex- pected. And the upshot was precise ly as Monk had foretold, precisely negative, He reported drily to this effect at an informal conference tn his quarters after luncheon, He him. | self had supervised the entire rearch and had made 4 good part of it In person, he sald. No nook or cranny of the yacht had been overlooked. “T trust mademotsello i aativfied,” he concluded with a mockingly elvil movement of eyebrows toward Llane, His reply was the slightest of shrugs executed by perfect shoulders beneath © gown of cynical transpar. enoy. Lanyard wan aware that the violet eyes, large with apprehension, flashed transiently his way, as if in hope thet he might submit some helpful suggestion, But he had nono TLE STAR BY AHERN | KT MOLLY GURE “= HAS HIM CHARMED «<y DID V'NoTice “TH! aoorV GUNT IN HiG EYES = WE LOOKS AT YoU Like He's IN A HEAVY FoG!~ WE MUST DO SOMETHIN’ " GAVE HIM © IF You'LL COAX WIM. IN FRONT OF MY ROADSTER, TILL RUN OVER’M | AY HAH Hi HH HH WA NN Sipe Poke rage 516 HALLOWEEN THIRTY-FIVE YEARS AGO Mr. Densmore looked down and smiled at the two eager, upturned faces and amiled as the questions tripped out faster than anyon could possibly answer them. “Stories?” he sald, hat sort of stories? Do 1 look like a story-telling sort of person?” Peggy dimpled engagingly, and said, “Much. Much you look ike & story-telling person, but not much lie a pioneer.” And David said, “I know he ts, Don’t you know we have had some stories about him already, But what I'd like now ts to know if anything ever happened to you on Halloween. Did it?” "Did it Mr, Densmore re peated, “Well, I rather guess something did happen one Hal- loween that several of us fellows, who were little boys at that time, will never forget. “My people moved to Seattle in 1872, My mother’s parents, Mr. and Mra, Kenworthy, had come out in 1868, and were living in their home at Fifth and Union. “Next to them was a little yel- low house with @ porch all the way arou {t—tnto which my family moved untill our larger home was built, “That home was acrosa the eens Ht THE OLD HOME TOWN DOW? GetT EXCITED, GUZZ- 1 KNOW WE DoN'T- YA See—1 Sg Boaet alt Cc M GOT— Seattle * street from where the Blue Mouse ts now. And on the other wide of us lived the Cheastys, Ed and I were great pals, though he was older, and one of the finest chaps I ever met. “Over beyond Union et. was the university, and tts big campus. We didn’t call {t a campus. We called tt the university yard, and I thought that white-pillarded old building was the most beautiful, the grandest thing! And as for the president—well! the president of the United States was only half 4 notch more important, “All about the yard was a picket fence. I thought it was painted green, but when T was grown up I knew it was only moss-covered, But ft was a high fence, and tt was all the way ‘round the ten acres, which be- longed to the university, “Now, ten acres is a pretty big patch of ground, and the big trees and the little firs, and some alder made tt @ regular little en- closed forest, with trails leading to the gates, and to the clearing where the buildings stood. You will see presently why I'm telling you about the fence and the big woodsy yard.” (Continued) hefisiheMheeeeeeeeeeeee perenne mene nnn om a NR ak hie Ma nernnn enema nr mee emma to offer. If the manner tn which the search had been conducted were open to criticism, that would have to be made by & mind better informed than hie in respect of things mart time. And he avolded acknowledging that glance by even #0 much as #eem- ing aware of it. And in point of fact, coldly reviewed in dispassion- ate daylight, the thing seemed pre: posterous to him, to be anked to be- eve that Popinot had controved to secreto himself beyond finding on board the Sybarite, Without his parttelpation the dis cussion continued, He heard Phinult's voice utter tn }@ecents of malicious amusement | "Barring, of course, the possibility of connivance on the part of officers or, crew." “Don't be an ass!” Monk snapped. “Don't be unreasonable; J am sim. ply as God made mo.” “Well, it was a nasty Job of work.” “Now, listen.” Phinuit rose to leave, ag one considering the confer- ence at an end, “If you persist in picking on me, skipper, I'll ravish you of those magnificent eyebrows with a safety razor, some time when you're asleep, and leave you as dumb as a Wop peddier who's lost both arms.” but her carriage was that of a queen of tragedy. and to his amazement found tho eye- brows signalling confidentially to him, an open stare, conciliatory, opinion? THIS IS TERRIBLE : OUR. SAVINGS GONE ~ NO MARSHAL, AND AUNT SARAH PEABODY FLEW ATO * PAGE 11 ¥ BY STANLEY “TODAY WHEN SHE REAL'ZED HER GOWN SAVINGS WERE INCLUDED IN THE LOOT THE SAFE BLOWERS GOT OUT OF THE BANK ROBBERY, IN MARSHAL OTEY WALKERS ABSENCE — BY SWAN FOR GRocefuess : © BGS SENT OT |lpooK — WHERE § Yo WS Houss,. { ‘AS USVAL 1 LOST UNSER MESS Or UNNECes- SARY JONK THAT CLUTTERS Liane followed him out in silence, Lanyard got up in turn, AT, ANYWAY € — might be something in the suggestion of Monsieur Phinutt.” “Ridiculous!” finally. fancy my own, . something,” he added, and then, as Lanyard said nothing “You haven't told me yet what she Monk dismissed it “Do you know, I rather + Liane’s up to explanatoryt “What tho devil!” he exclatmed, in| was talking to you about last night Immediately the eyebrows became “Well, monsieur, and what ts your “Why, to me it would seem there] _) Just before her—alleged fright." Lanyard contrived a successful of fensive with his own eyebrows, “Oh?” he sald, “haven't 1? em@ walked out,