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re wie’ I} ° LON ! tee ON Wy 4 to begin at the begin. ‘ve known Whit Mon! gone thru some nasty scrapes . and done things that don't ‘telling, and always shared the bie and thin of everything. Be. this, if anybody had ever told it Monk would do a pal dirt, punched his head and ho More about It, But now mutter faltered. Lanyard preserved a aympathetic silence--a Gience, at least, which he hoped woul pass as sympathetic. In re ality, he was struggiing to suppress ww betrayal of the exultation that Deginning to take held of him. ure this might prove to be, ft seemed impossible to misun- lwestand,the emotion under which ihe chief engineer was laboring or to imate ite potential value to ward. Surely it would seem that faith In his star had been well. ; was It not now—or all signs delivering into his hand the tool he had #o desperately for which he had #0 warnest- ? Deavy sigh issued upon the freighted with a deep and ting molanchely. For, it SP /remember—that we were 1922. Wreormationnl iajsaine Campery the mutter grappled with this utter. ance. Then, as if the hint had proved, too fne—"I'm playing my hand face ‘Up with you, Mr, . 1 guess you can tell I know what I'm talking about.” “But what I cannot see ts why you should talk about it to me, mon sieur.”* “Why, because I and you are both in tho same boat, in a manner of wreaking. We're both on the out- side—shut out—looking tn," Im a sort of mental aside, Lanyard Fetiected that mixed bathing for metaphors was apparently counten- anced under the code of cynics, “Does one gather that you feel Awerioved wilh Captain Monk for not making you @ partner in bis new associations T* “For trying to put one over on ma an old pal. . , stood by him thru thick and thin , . , would've gone thru fire for Whit Monk, and in my way I have, many’s the time. And now he hooks up with Phinult and this Delorme woman, and leaves me to shuffle my feet on the doormat +» + and thinks I'l let him get away with it” ‘Tho voice in the dark gave a grunt of tnfinite contempt; “Like hell. . .” “I unde: your feelings, mon- steur; and I You to believe in my sympath But you sald—if I in the Uke all cynics, Mr. Mussey/ same boat, you and 1) whereas I aw. ‘A sentimentalist at heart. And the darkness that disembodied so took up its tale anew. | *f don’t have to tell you what's f on between Whit Monk and r ‘9 80 thick with nowadays. Yea know, or you wouldn't be here. would call a little pre fous?’ The mutter took bd | t to con the full significance | the roply: “No: I wouldn't | You see. on a voyage |i and you" adjective. # that, thie—well, talk goes on, thing: about, things are maid aloud that t be and get overheard and ; and the man who sits is pretty likely to get a toler. good line on what's what. sort, when you get to know ind we'll go thru with it and ‘what's coming to us wid or lose. fy. of course, because it'll mean bandsome for every man we make it without getting caught. if you want to know what I ~ «+ I tell you something ” | got “lt do t that conclusion what you! ure you Captain Monk has not abused my friendship, since he bas never had it,” “I know that well enough,” paid the mutter, } “I don't mean you've my reasons for feeling sore; but mean you've got reason enough of Pog own——"* mm what nds ‘eat grou: @o you say Another deliberate pause prefaced “You said a while ago 1 knew something. Well—you said it. both been frozen out of this deal and we're both meaning to take a hand whether they like it or not. If that don’t put us in the same boat I don’t know . . Perceiving he would get no more satiafaction, Lanyard schooled him- self to be politic for the time being. “Say it is so, then , But 1 think you have something to pro- pose.” they want to get anywhere.” “You propose, then, an alliance?” “That's the answer. Without you I can't do anything but kick over the applecart for Whit Monk; and that sort of revenge ts mighty unsat tsfactory. Without me—well: what can you do? I know you can get that tin safe of Whit’ ‘@end. Then, suppose they want to stow the jewels where they won't | on with the game, looting tn | de foun@: and when it's all over, OUR BOARDING HO qd | J] TO Look Swett? Y'KNow How 1 LEARNED To cur HAIR CLIFFORD 2+ IWATCHED aA” BARBER WHEN HE THE SEATTLE STAR USE ———— aN'TH! VICTIM = | MRS. HOOPLE AN] - Ven, THATS BETTER'N ov! BOB HAIR, ALNIN© CAN Y'Makte Ir SMELL Nice ?= TTo“D MY MOM IF STILL Now, CAUSE I'M GONNA FINISH tT FANCY! Bo T WAS GoN’"10 Be A ENGINEER HOW COULD I LOOK OUT ™! ENGINE WITH B HAIR GOIN / SIXTY MILES AN)’ HOUR AN! See DOINGS OF THE DU Barope and sneaking the goods tn! © PAmerica with the use of his ya wilt What's he going to say, how's After a moment the mutter “Well, what do you think? Am I fht or am I wrong?” “Who knows, Mr. Mussey One can you seem to know some- "TH say I know something? ee know—as he'll find out to his sor- before he's finished with Tom A & sound of stertorous hing as the intelligence behind more than Whit Monk dreams | we'll split fitty-fitty. What ” @'you ingenious, monsieur, but unfortunately trpracticabie.” © “That's the last thing,” stated the disappointed whisper, “I ever thought a man like you would say.” “But it ts obvious, We do not know each other.” “You mean, you can't trust me?" “Por that matter: how can you be sure you ean trust me?” “Oh, I guess I can size up 2 square guy when I eee him,” “Many thanks. But why should I jtrust you, when you will not even be quite frank with me?” “How's that? Haven't I——* “One moment: you refuse to name e- this You me to believe you simply assume 1 am at odds with Captain Monk and his friends. I admit {t is true. Rut ‘Hello, there!” he said. “Who are you, and what's wrong?” When Nancy and Nick found Mother Goose's broomstick was to be found and that Humpty pty knew nothing about it, they hed at the list Mother Goose hadimagic broomstick,” explained Nick. | ® them, ‘The next name on it was Boy Where does he live?’ anked | "Just down the road,” answered pty Dumpty. “But no doubt M find him fast asleep, He's not to know a thing ebout ther Goose's lost broom.” | The Twins thanked him and de- Pretty noon they came to a hay- ‘ and sure enough, they saw a of feet and heard someone snor- “It's too bad to waken him,” sald , “but we must. You twitch Rose, Nick, and I'l) pull his ear, there! That's the way!’ up and rubbed bis eyed. “Hello, there!’ he said. you, and what's wrong?” looking for Mother Goore’s “Who “Do you happen to know anything Jabout it? It's lost!” “No,” answered Boy Blue, shaking his head and yawning. “I don’t. Why, where are the cows and the sheep. 1 don't thern anywhere.” And he picked up his horn and blew #@ long, loud blast. The first thing the Twins knew he waa running thru the field for dear life, without so much as a goodby. “There are fine manners for you,” declared Nick. “More tterested in his own affairs than ours.” Nancy wighed. “Most everybody fa, it seems,” she said, “Come on We'll never find the broom if we don't hurry.” (fo Be Continued) jafter dark. hook at midnight. how should you know ft? Ah, no, my friend! either you will tell me how you learned this secret, or 1 must beg you to let me get my sleep.” “Th easy. I heard Whit ond) Phinuit talking about you the other n cht, on de when they didn’t think anybody wns listening.” Lanyard smiled into the darkness: no need to fret about fair play! wish | toward this one! The truth was not | gether harmoniously, in him, and by the same token the traditional honor that obtains among thieves could not be. He said, ae if content, In the man. ner of a practical man dismising all immaterial considerations: “Ag you say, the time js brief. . . “It'll have to be pulled off tomor. row night or not at ail,” the mutter urged wtih an eager accent. “My thought, precisely. For then we come to land, do we not?” “Yes, and It'll have to be not tong We ought to drop the Then"—the mut- ter was broken with hopeful anxiety “then you've decided you'll stand in with mo, Mr. Lanyard?” “But of course! What else can one do? As you have #0 fairly pointed out: what Is either of us with. out the other?" | “And it's understood: you're to itt | the stuff, I'm to take care of it till| we can slip ashore, we're to make our getawny together—and the split's to be fiftyfifty, fair and square?” “T ask nothing bett “Where's your hand Two hands found each other blind. ly and exchanged a firm and Inapir. ing clasp—while Lanyard gave thanks for the night that saved his face from betraying his mind. Another deep sigh sounded a note} of apprehensions at an end. A gruff chuckle followed. “Whit Monk! He'll learn some- thing about the way to treat old ifriends.” And all at once the mut | ter merged into a vindictive hise “Him with his alrs and graces, his fine clothes and greasy manners, putting on the lah-de-dah over them that’s stood by him when he hadn't a red and was gind to eadge drinks joff spoggoties in he like tho} Colonel's at Colon—him But Lanyard had been IMstening only with bis ears; he hadn't the slightest interest in Mr. Mussey’s re sentment of the affectations of Cap- jtain Monk, For now his mind |acheme had suddenly assumed a com plexion of comparative eimplicity; | lgiven the co-operation of the chief engineer, all Lanyard would need to {contribute would be a little head | work, @ Ittle physteal exertion, a little daring--and complete indiffer. ence, which was both well warrant- “TONSORIAL ARTIST == FFS confidence of Mr. Mussey. “But about this affair night,” he interrupted my friend. Can you give me any) idea where we are, or will be, approxi- midnight tonight?” ‘Perhaps I ask only for my own) information, But it may be that J have a plan, If we are to work to Mr. Mussey, you must learn to have @ little con. | fidence in me.” “Beg your pardon,” sald an humble mutter. “We ought to be some: where off Nantucket Shoals Light ship.” “And the weather: have you suffi cient acquaintanee with these lat} tudes to fortell it, even roughly?” “Born and brought up in Edgar town, made my first voyage on « tramp out of New Bedford: guess I know something about tho weather | in these latitudes! The wind's been hauling round from sou-wost to south all day, If it goes on to sou-cast, it’ likely be thick tomorrow, with little wind, no rea to speak of, and either rain or fog.” “So! Now to do what I will have to do, I must have 10 minutes of absolute darkness, Can that be ar- ranged?” “Absolute darkness?” The mutter had a rising inflexion of dublety,| “How d'you mean?” “Complete extinguishing of every light on the ship.” “My God!" the mutter protested. | “Do you know what that means? No lights at night, under way, tn main. traveled waters! Why, by nightfall we ought to be off Block Island, in| traffic as heavy as on Fifth Avenue! | No: that’s too much.” | “Too bad,” Lanyard uttered, philo- sophic. “And the thing could have been done.” “Isn't there geome other way?” “Not with lights to hamper my operations. But if some temporary accident were to put the dynamos out of comminsion—figure to yourself what would happen.” “There'd be hell to pny.” “Ah! but what else?” “The engines would have to be slowed down so as to give no more than steerage-way until off lamps could be substituted for the binnacle, masthead, and sideslights, also for the engine room,” “And there would be excitement and confusion, ¢h? Kverybody would | make for the deck, even the captain would leave his cabin unguarded long enough . . ) | | tomorrow | impatiently: | | “attend to me a little, if you please, | “Tl get you"—with a aigh. “Tt's wrong, all wrong, but—well, I sup: pore it’s got to be done." Lanyard treated himself to a smile Anough, Little Boy Blue sat! (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) led and already his, to abusing the lof triumph, there im tho darkucas, 3 * * ES | PAGE 9 BY STANLEY NOW You come Back \(P7Eyb WITH "THOSE TWo Poor Ce NO SOONER DID THE MISSING MARSHAL, OTeY Two WALKER, RETORN TO TOWN WITH TRAMPS THAN AUNT SARAH ABODY GAVE HIM A GOOD ‘TONGUE LASHING. ar Ca END OF THE HALLOWEEN STORY “O00000% we whispered tremblingly, hanging together. “What'll we do? “I know,’ one of the boys said, ‘I'm going to get Mr. Lund borg to come and see what it is. Probably somebody's burt or something.” “He wasn't ‘old Lundborg’ then; he wasn't an ogre. He was e live human being to whom we could go and we Jost no time going. “Mr. Lundborg! we called, “Mr. Lundborg! Say, we were going home and-—~and we wore just £o- Ing home, and all at once we heard an awful queer nolse--and ~and—It sort of comes out of the old stump—and will you please come and seo what it ts.’ “Probably some boys playing pranks,’ he ventured. “No, air,’ we told him, ‘No, sir! Its not. It's—-tt's—tt's— why, it's just awful. Won't you please come.” “The old man wasn’t cross a bit, though by that time ft was mid- night; he picked up his ax and led the way, and we fellowed him, huddled together. “We had gone only a few steps when he, too, heard the sound, and burried on aboad. “He listened a minute, after we reached the stump, and heard no sound, then he struck It a blow with the ax, and the whimpering groan which came forth makes mo shudder yet to remember. “Well, he knew then that the noise did come out of the stump, and he found—what do you think? “My own beloved dog, old Prince, who really belonged to grandma, but was my pet! Prince had evidently followed some little animal up the stump, had fallen Into a hollow part of it, had caught one poor paw in a crack in the rotting wood and there he hung, barking and calling for help, till he had only strength left to whimper. “Mr. Lundborg had to chop inte the wood to get him out, and we almost carried him home, and he walked with one lame foot the rest of his life, “Prince lived several yoars after that, and we had a real funeral and buried him In that old oreh- ard, part of which is still growing between Grote-Rankins and the Sheldon hotel.” ee en LL XXVI THE BINNACLBE It would have been ungrateful (Lanyard reflected over his breakfast) to complain of a life so replete with experiences of piquant contrast. It happened to one to Iie for hours in & cubicle of blinding night, heark ening to a voice like that of some nightmare wierdly become articulate, a ghostly mutter that rose and fell and droned, broken by sighs, grunts, stifled oaths, mean chuckles, with intervals of husky whispering and lapses filled with a noise of whees- ing respiration, all wheedling and car] And then it ceased and was nol gav Joling, lying, intimating and evading, complaining, snarling, rambling, threatening, protesting, promising, and in the end proposing an unholy compact for treachery and evil-doing “© volee that might have issued out of some damned soul escaped for a little apace of time, from the Pita of Torment, so utterly inhuman it sounded, #0 completely discarnate and divorced from all relationship to any mortal personality that even that reek of whisky tn the air, even that one contact with a hard, hot hand, could not make it seem real, WSL, EVERSTT, WHAT ARE YOU LIMPING- MAN, JUST PORQCGT (+! ae PSs he 2 HATS ONLY “MouR, IMAGINATION Wouve Gor THe WRoNna_ IDGA, MY PRIGND — I'm NoT LOCKING YOR SYMPaTHY It! more but a thing of dream that had/ customary matutinal greeting: passed. And one camo awake to &| ‘Morning, Monseer Delorme.” ght and wholesome world furnished] It was all too weird. . « With suelv solidly comforting facts as} To add to this, the chief engineer soaps and razors and hot and cold] paid Lanyard no further heed at all, salt-water taps; and subsequently one/tho they were alone at table, and ft one's stateroom to see, at the| having nosily consumed his coffee, breakfast table, leaden-eyed and/ rubbed his stubbled lips and chin flushed of countenance, an amor: | with an egg-stained napkin, rose, and phous lumps of humid flesh In shape- | without word or glance rolled heavily loss garments of soiled white duck,| up the companionway, the author of that mutter in the (Continued dark; who, lounging over a plate of broken food and Lifting a coffee cup lc) tremulous band of an alco- nol Pers be) bob white rounds out tts ie po of existence without ¢, “looked up with lacklustre guze,| going ten miles from the on ® surly nod, and mumbled the, where it was batched,

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