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ee neem nce PAGE 18 BY STANLEY THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN R OL te POOR MACK = VYou'RE a PF renee Now » t's TH’ | MOTHER'S SWING NEXT 7 SHE'LL BE TELLING You HOW BALLOW You LooK FROM BUM CHOW AN! IRREGULAR HOURS ~ WHY L\\ HAT DAUGHTER 19 PRACTISING WRITING ‘MRG.' IN FRONT OF HER NAME Now! THE OLD Hi OUR BOARDING HOUSE 7 WELL, MET HER’ MOTHER 4 AN' ou MAN LAGT NIGHT! = GUESS I LOOMED BRIGHT WITH 4 "EM, AG “THEY INVITED ME UP “To TH’ MANOR NEXT GUNDAY DH FROLIC WH SOME FRIED CHICKEN ="1H! OL! MAN AN! £ GOT ALONG BULLY LIKE O% “TAIL GOLIP | OME TOWN “s ZATSo% WHA DOES HE DO-SELI INGURANCE 2-SOUNDS! LIKE He's PATTING YoU ALONG FOR A FAT POLICYs I CALLED ON A FRILL ONCE AN’ HER OL! MAN “THOUGHT T'D BE A STEADY RUSHER OF “TH’ DAUGHTER, AN! TRIED To SELL. ME HIS CAR | {Continued From Yesterday) Here was a new angle to consider Yonk’s attitude hinted at @ possible rift In the entente cortiale of the tors. Why else should he Liane’s sincerity in assert. | ng that she had seen Popinot? Aside | from the question of what he tmag- ned she could possibly gain by mak. | ing & acone out of nothing—a riddie * wondered consum edly what had happened to rendor Monk suspicious of her good faith. ‘The explanation, when it was f- reveaiod to Lanyard by the trivial of Incidents, made even he Diindness seem laughable, three more days the life of followed in unruffied tran. le ordered course. Liane De Jorme Was afflicted with no more vis. jeam 82 the captain would have ealled them; tho by common consent the gubject had been dropped upon the failure of the search, and to al! seeming was rapidly fading from the gainds of everybody but Liane herself and Lanyard. This last continued to plague himself with the mystery and, maintaining always an open mind, “And you have beem wondering these last three days? Well, tell me what you think my purpose was tn abandoning all maidenly reserve and throwing myself at your head. “Why,” enld Lanyard with a look Jof childlike candor, “you might, you know, have been uncontrollably swayed by some passionate impulses of the heart.” | “But otherwise—t" she prompted, hugely amused. “Oh, if you had @ low motive tn trying to make a fool of me, you know too well how to hide your mo tive from such a fool.” In a fugitive selzure of thought fulness the viol impishness, Sh: head drooped a little toward gleaming bosom, a hand stole out to rest lightly upon his once again. “It wag not acting, Michael—I tell you that frankly—at least, not all acting.” “Meaning, I take ft, you know love too well to make ft artlessly." “I'm afraid eo, my dear," oald | Liane Delorme with another sigh. | “You know: I am afraid of you. You = prea te he Os everthing “4 clearly . . shockingly enlightened: that ts, to! outgrow YY g i hog wolf without substantial reason. | clearly.” : he had learned this much at least) Huring anoth: e! * of Ife, that everything is always | yard saw Monk come on eck pause, could AS SOON AS NEWS OF THE BARK ROBBERY ‘ cor a. she made no escret (224, earch them out, in the chairs Lian mas eeoret | they occupted near the taffra!l, much ROLP OF IRATE CITIZEN: Sd BY’ ef ber unabated timidity, yot euf-/ag on that other historic night. Not SPREAD A G Pp \ ‘T b Flas fered it with such fortitude as could | that he empertenced any difficulty tn AUNT SARAH PEABODY, STARTED OUT To RouND not fail to win admiration. If she | jocating them; for this time the deck. UP THE MAYoR. was a bit more subdued, a trifle less | nents were burning clearly, Righspirited than was her habit, if | ¢), Captain Monk confeased ghe refused positively to sit with her | tion at sight of those two In a quite Pack to any door or to retire for the | perceptible start; and Lanyard saw | night until her quarters had been ex | the eyebrows tremendously agitated | amined, if (as Lanyard expected) she as thetr manipulator moved aft. | was never unarmed for a moment,| Unconscious of all thia Liane day or night, she permitted no signs ended her pensive moment by lean- of mental strain to mar the serenity | ing toward Lanyard and making de. ef her countenance or betray the | moralizing eyes, while the hand left studied graciousness of her gestures | his and stole with a car Toward Lanyard she bore herself/ture up his forearm, | precisely as tho nothing had hap | “Te love, then, distasteful to you pened to disturb the even adjustment | unless ft be truly artless, Michael?’ of their personal relations; or, pers) “There's so much to be sald about haps, as if she considered everything | that, Liane,” he evaded. / had happened, so that thelr rapport) Monk was standing over them, a | had become absolute; at all events, | towering figure in white, with the) with a pleasing absence of constraint. | most forbidding eyebrows Lanyard He realty couldn't make her ovt.| had ever seen she wirhed| “Might one suggest.” he 4i4 sug) phi to bel she was Bot as other | gest in led accents, “that the quar | could make ra! al | terdeck ts a fairly conspicuous place lowance for his poor respohse to her |for this exhibition of family affec:| errr. Bet that seemed so | tion?” H abnormal, forced to fall back Liane Delorme turned up an tn- gm the theory that her declaration | quiring look, tinged slightly with an Been nothing more than a minor | impatience which all at once proved tn whatever game she was/|too much for her. | “Oh, go to the devilt” she mapped | tm that harsh voice of the sidewalks | which ashe was able to use and dis- card at will. For a moment Monk made no re- pty: and Lanyard remarked « curious quivering of that excessively tall, ex- An Order Is an Order SALESMAN $AM want to weep. So that Lanyard, | g004 con~| who refused to weep tn public, could ‘Wersational generalship led their talk| merely gape in speechless and Presently into a channel of amiable transfixed rapture. ‘personalities. | this was fortunat “And have you been thinking about | what we said—or what I said, my | wae out, the sport of ribald mirth, night—eo long ago it)and the situation must have been | Precipitated with a vengeance and an | outcome tmpownible to predict. As tt {8% absorbed tn hiv Inner torment, | Monk was Insensible to the peril | that threatened his stilted but pre- pretty mouth of doubt. | ctous dignity, which he proceeded to have been more kind | parade, as tt were underlining It with his eyebrows, to lend emphasis “Such compliments are not easily | to his words. forgotten.” “So long as this entertaining flo “You are sure, quite sure ft was a | tion of brother-and-sister Is thought|has time to weigh them carefully. compliment?” j worse while,” he sald with Infuriated| We have only four more days at sea sepa ig cpengeers sem, 1 rag iy worse "It might be judictous|. . .” man, am 1 you the | not to Indulge tn Inconsistent and i te contain himeeltf, benefit of every doubt.” unseemly demonstrations of affection Pier ust we pdms with alacrity. She laughed, not {ll-pleased. “But | within view of my officers and crew. | “fut this Is so delightful! You" what a man! how blessed of the gods| Suppose we. . .” Ho choked a Iit-|no idea, really, monaieur, how I ha / to be able to laugh at yourself as/tle. “In short, I came to invite you! looked fo ard to this moment.” And|—naturally I know what is coming | well as at me.” |to ® Iittle conference in my rooma,lte Tiane: “De come, and see how|--I disapprove absolutely of this } ,, Undecetve yourself: I could never |with Mr. Phinuit.” I take It, this revelation of my pre | Method of treating with you.” laugh at you, Liane. Even tf ona| “Conference?” Liane inquired cool-|ordinated fate. It will be, I trust| “But it is such an honor to be con- did not believe you to be a great nat-| ly, without stirring, “I know nothing oy aa lke a man.” sidered important enough to be treat | } ural comedienne at will, one would | of this conference. rrr mania hesitation, and in| °4,with at allt nga | always w 7 be “y, war. ys wonder what your purpose "Mr. Phinult and T are agreed that a temper precluding any sympathy, You have the true «ti | seemed tremendously upset to find that Liane was inconsiderately fore- | stalling him | Hor voice was at tte most musical pitch, rather low for her, fiuting, tn- finitely disarming and seductive. “Let me say to you, mon aml, that HALLOWEEN THIRTY-FIVE YEARS AGO CHAPTER II us, and we all usually went to “1 don’t know,” Mr, Densmore] things, regardiess of age, but continued, “a great deal about| mother had told me I mustn't stay too late, and when I found the mothers and fathers of Seat- out it was nearly midnight, I said tle of this generation. But I ‘was—oh yes! with deep respect one | Monsieur Lanyard ts entitled to know cast: a pity to waste it on an audl- would wonder about that.” t with his humor, the woman rose and ¢ rie incapable of appre- more abo6t our intentions while he! Sientiy followed with him that long-|°"? to thi pa pp" legged figure whore stalk held #0 ciation.” ADVENTURES “Oh, you're wrong? Phinult de. much dramatic significance as he led| Ol" Jot tay tm appreciative, | I think the dear man’s immense.” “Might I suggest"—the unctuous | to the compantonway. After that It wae refreshing to find to some of the other little fellows, brows in captivity. “You tell him, Monk,” Phinutt ; | “Now,” he a mood with « itt ame? member quite a lot of the older | this? \bow, “for wast, dae benaiols fi rd sa - boys were dressed up—many of “So talking and speculating on “Here i a selia the esofalt Ape i” Phinult would term the Elaborate| Monk elevated his eyebrows above gs we tal pray Spine SHOOT SS ee boys isa er wi names of all my subjects on it.” |1dear" > th + 4 ome of thi 3 . ae Pots) ass aoa ee ae et formidabie|| the soclety columns today were | woods. Mother Goose's broom was lost and Nancy and Nick were hunting for it. OF ENE TWINS Wrong—t should be “eaten”) and |\Tom was beat, but it doesn’t say |who beat him or what beat him. So 4 little from the light. lerness to the most portentious eye- unromantic Mr, Phinult lounging beside the captain's deck with crossed feet overhanging one corner of it and mind intent on the prosale business feet and put away his penknife—con- siderately placed a chair for Liane in the position in which she pre- ferred to sit, with her face turned Jor would his appreciation of the formality which seemed demanded by Monk's solemn manner, permit him to alt before the captain had taken his own chair behind the desk. ‘Then, however, he discovered the | ing, } agre i engaging spontantety of a schoolboy | himself on the altar of peace. poder orga aed e in _ oe atbed a bye t ey id at a pantomime, and drawing up a| “But—mensiours!—you Interest me|] Sams and theatricas Hil lot) moshetther. My! Metis eset chair sat on the edge of {t and ad-|s0 much. Won't you tell me quickly Se ney tree Coaaele ar Sk at et ae ond ” a put wi : + , dressed himself with unaffected eag-| what possible value my poor talents “So this Halloween we were| Lundborg ts asleep. I'd hate to XXIV HISTORIC REPETITION Phinult grinned, then smothered a tones of Captain Monk issued from under mildly wounded eyebrows—"if any one of us were unappreciative of Monsieur Lanyard's undoubted tal aanented, “but that wouldn’t make It #0. It is to mademotselle’s apprecia- tion that you and I owe this treat, and you know it. Now quit cocking | those automatic eyebrows at me; you've been doing that ever since we met, and they haven't gone off yet, not once.” Irrepressible, Tiane’s laughter pealed; and tho he couldn't help amfl- Lanyard hastened to offer up can have found in your sight?” offered Lanyard a bow of formidable courtesy. “They are such, monateur,” he eatd know that our mothers and fath- ers seemed to try mighty hard to take very good care of us In those of paring his fingernails. Lanyard] ents, he would not be with us to corty dave ‘They wantea we hee nodded to him with great good tem-| night.” ae oy night Ber little giris | we were used to that big forest. |per and—while Phinult lowered his| “you might suggest ft" Phinutt |] Pai to be pretty big girls before| filled ‘yard’ and we weren't afraid, their mothers let them go to par- ties with boys, and if there was any afeet. hegrting it had to be done very carefully, and with all the propriety in the world. “But once in a while we were allowed to have a party in the ‘chapel’ at the university—Oh, yes! That's what we called the auditorium, and wo used it for having a regular party. I re- there, too. 1 suppose one of thow ghosts caught on, as she married him later, ‘Come on, let's go home, it's most midnight? We looked out at the night from the big front door and it seemed most awfully dark, but “The only thing we were afraid of as I remember it was an ec- centric old German, who lived on Sixth. “He was crabby and cross, and we Came to regard him tn his lit- tle old cabin as a sort of ogre, and @ menace to all small boys, “"T ‘spect we would better go,’ THeee's A Pisce xe tt rile him on @ dark night like “We had got well into the woods an d away from the light and merry sounds of tho party Mother Goose told them that|{t must have been Mother Goose's|!ittle yawn. Liane Delorme gave a| with that deliberation which becomes ‘ ’ there wasn't a doubt in her mind|magical broomstick |small, disdainful movement of shoul-!a diplomatic personage—"your tal “Well, we had our party, blg| when something happened which that one of her own people had| For another thing, Mother Goone|“F® and posed herself becomingly,{ents are such that you can, If you) poya And, siete Gn iste cnee OE Oe CecmtGiaaen Stolen it, of borrowed it, or taken |loved her broomstick dearly, and she Testing an elbow on the arm of her | will, become invaluable to us.” together. There weren't many of (To Bo Continued) it—or whatever you wish to call it. |didn’t wish to lose it. 4 jehiir and inclined her cheek upon| Phinult chuckled outright at LAn- | \aiemmmeemeeenemmmemmers * * * # i # And she 4 it terribly, Bo you see how important it was t¥° fingers of a Jeweled hand, Thus yard's look of polite obtusenoss, Not only were the cobwebs getting |for her to get it back. she sat somewhat turned from Mogk| “Never eall a stralght course—can |we came together, the five of us, tn-| thing should happen to stop It, there |## Well as everything that comes) “Nor ever will ba my poor tran, bad, ‘but Mother Gore used her| “Now, my dears,” she maid to the Meet ee I eae ee ro Tes & atena:| using Tales and Mocalaut te Comite] abs. Wher soeans of making the U. a. fe as 9 paquigead ee. {tt*| while he breathes and thinks oom for othe | bt ti ere by 3 y j y, ‘ jut more monaleur.’ “But, Liane!” Lanyard deprecated’ or other things besides. Twins ag they were starting off. | rave undivided heed, for all the world| spoken guy, let me act aa interpre-|4¢ Lorgnes. Now we expect this ven-/oustoms look foolish. Each of us! «wen it's true you've done nothing | modestly poe iy town his open For one thing, she rode it. It was Quite as necessary as the Fairy Queen's wings were to her, or the Magic Green Shoes were to “Here 19 a paper with the names of ‘all my subjects on it. Hach one} |lives on a star in the sky, and your! the |Green Shoes will take you there in| what Monk might find to say. ag if there were no others present: she seemed to walt to hear him apeak again rather than to care In the least ter. Mr. Lanyard: this giddy asso- Jetation of malefactors here present has the honor to invite you to be. come a full-fledged working member ture, our first, to pan out handsome- ly. There'll be a juicy melon cut when we get to New York, There's a lot more—I think you understand— contributes valuable and essential/ts earn a fifth interest in the firat services, mademolselle, the skipper, | division..." my kid brother, even I—and I pulla! “Then, too, I am here, quite help- strong oar with the New York police | jess in your hands,” “you overwhelm me.” “I don’t believe you,” Liane re torted coolly. For some moments con at his Twins, or your bicycle to you, or|a hurry. A 4 titent + s Captain Monk filled in that pause|and stockholder of equal Interest| than the Montalals plunder to whack | department into the bargain. But] “Oh, we don’t look at It stare reflect!’ oc Riad : ragged ns or} Page ly ae etars ye neg rr bles an impressive arrangement of|with the rest of us, participating tn|up on. We'll make the average get-| there's a vacancy in our ranks, the | wa; » ” besa bac yg sae mr of his (ison order, ‘Not 9 e ne ree al pag = be rd : wn a or te sn eyebrows. Then, fixing hia gaze, not! all benefits of the organization, tn-| rich-quick scheme look Ike playing opent left by the death of de hich,” dane gweetly interrupt-| thought was to be gathered from his eee onder, Mot that many of her |tree that be: is Gmashed 0, Gov st upon Lanyard, but upon the point of |jcluding police protection, And as| store in the back-yard with two pins|Lorgnes, on opening that nobody |ed, “is the one rational gesture you| countenance, tho eyes more shrewd eerie nected a broometick, but /the King needs my broom to sweep» pencil with which his ineredibly|added inducement we're willing to|the top price for anything on the|could hope to fill so well as you. S8o|have yet offered in this conference,|to read than those of Phinult or ve tines when it wae neo-| Bim up. Suppose you go there /thin fingers traced elaborate but|watve initiation feos and dues. Do I| shelves, And there isn't any sane|woe put it up to you squarely; If|Monsleur Phinuit,” Mink were watching it intently. 6a ‘ake Tom, the Piper's son, jan empty designs upon ‘the blotter, he| make myself clear?” reason why We heed stop at that, In| you'll sign on and work with us,| “Moaning, I suppose, Mr. Lanyard] “Well, Mr. Lanyard, what do ance, who stole a pig. The (To Be Continued) opened his lips, hemmed tn warning| “But perfectly. fact, we don't mean to. The Sybarite | we'll turn over to you a round fifth |{s far from being what ho says, help- | say?” ~ says the pig was eat (quite (Copyright, 1022, Seattle Star) that he was about to speak, and “It’s like this; I've told you how! will make more voyages, and if any-'share of the profits of this voyage] less ip our hands” (Continued Tomorrow, 1 j aa yo

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