The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 30, 1922, Page 11

Ne ee ee Oe eee . i r 2 4 & : > es St Ts a8 PREFER TAQSIAW TAL A (Contteved From Saturday) me conduct of a careful man, ao evtomed to mind his eye, And in Gisputably correct, One never knew who might be watehing, what slight: est sign of secret understanding might not be seized upon and read. Furthermore, Mr. Mussey had not stilled his mutter in the night until their joint and Individual lines of ac- tion had been mapped out and agreed upon down to the smallest detail, It now remained only for Lanyard to fil iA somehow the waste time that lay between breakfast and the hour appointed, then take due advantage of the opportunity promised him, He found the day making good Mr. Mussey's forecast. Under a dull, thick sky the sea ran in heavy swells, greasy and grey. The wind was in the south, and Iight and! shifty. The horizon was vague. Captain Monk, encountered on the quarterdeck, had an uneasy eye, and cursed the weather Lanyard made civil inquiry as to the outlook. Ca va bien! Lanyard killed an hour or two tn the chartroom, acquatnting himself! group composed of Liane with the coast they were approaching and tracing the Sybarite’s probable | pulses began to beat in quicker tem po, while darker volumes of smoke rolled in dense volume from her fun nel and streamed away astern, rest ing low and preserving their individu ality as long an visible, like a streak of oxidization on a field of frosted silver, For the first time since she had left the harbor of Cherbourg the yacht was dotng herself something like Justice tn the matter of specd— and this contrary to al! ethics of sea. | manship, on @uch a day. At the luncheon tabla, Phinutt ventured a light-headed comment on this dangerous procedure: whereupon Monk turned on him tn a cold fury, “As long as I'm master of this vor sel, sir, I'll sail her according to the counsels of my own discretion—and thank you to keep your antmadver | stons to yourself!" ) “Antmadverstone!™ Phinutt echoed, and made round, shocked eyes. “Oh, T never! At least, I didn't mean any roundly when / thing nanghty, skipper dear.” Monk snorted, and grumbled ever his food thruout the remainder of the meal; but later, coming upen a Delorme, Lanyard and Phinuit, tn the saloon, he paused, looked this way and that course toward the spot selected from | to make sure none of the stewards the smuggling transaction. tlon of precise location of owner's estate was rather indefinite; His no-} was within eavesdropping distance, the | and gractousty unbent a little, “I'm making the best time we can he had gathered from the gossip that | write we can seo at all,” he volun % was on the Connecticut shore of it New | London and New Haven, where &/ to slow down to half.speed or lens— al! islande—also the prop jin crowded waters, too! | Long Island Sound, between group of erty of Mister Whitaker Monk—pro- vided fatP*anchorage between sound and shore as well as @ good screen from offshore observation. Tt wag not vital to know more: Lanyard had neither hope nor fear! grimly, “it we have to feel every Tt was | inch of our way in with the lead. interested | gon't mind telling you, th! him; and when he had pussied out) save our skins at that. Wireless has that there were only two practicable| heen picking up chatter all morning courses for the Sybarite to take—|petween a regular school of revenue both bearing in a general northwest-| cutters patrolling thig coast on the of ever seeing that harbor. the approach alone that erly direction from Nantucket Shoals Light Vessel, one entering Rock Island sound from the east, between Point Judith and Block Island, the other entering the same body of water from the south, between Block Island and Montauk Point—and had satisfied himself that manifold per tls to navigation hedged about both courses, more expecially their pro- longation into Long Island sound by way of The Race: Lanyard told him. self it would be strange Indeed tf his Jans miscarried always pro- could be overnight Mussey to his fears. One felt quite sure that Mr. Mussey would perform duly to the letter of his covenant. oneself tobe influ. « criminal stupidity whose other name ts jealousy. Well, whether he was right or ate bent on vicious mischief. . : ‘The weather thickened as the day grew older. Townrds noon the wind, as if weary and discouraged with yain endeavor cored. “No telling when this misbe. gotten fog will close in and force us “And very sensible, I'm eure,”! | Phinuit agreed heartily, “Whatever | | happens, we musn’t be late for our! date with Friend Boss, must wer | “We'll Keep I," Monk promised) I may | 8 lookout for just such idiots as we are. | So we'll carry on and trust to luck | tilt we make Monk harbor or break | | our foot necks.” | Liane Delorme gave a start of dis may. “There ts danger, then?” | “Only if we run afoul of a eutter, {Liane.* Monk tried to speak reas. |suringly. “And that’s not likely in this weather. As for the fog, it's « dirty nuisance to any navigator but, jas I said, may quite possibly prove jour salvation. I know these waters Nike a book, I've sailed them ev since I was old enough to tell a tiller) from a mainsheet, I can smell my way in, if tt comes to that, thru the Diindest fog the Atlantlo ever brewed." “Then you do things with your nos- trila, too?” Phinult inquired tnno- cently. “I've often wondered if all the intellect was located in the eye brows.” and hastily Liane Monk gtared, growted, sought the alr of the deck. Delorme eyed Phinuit with amused reproach. “Really, my young friend “I can’t help it, mademotselie, Phinult asserted sulkily. “Too much ts enough. I've watched him making faces with the top of his head so long I dream of geometrical diagrams Jald out in eyebrows—and wake up screaming. And they call this « pleasure craft!" ‘With an aggrieved alr he sucked at his pipe for a few minutes. “Be- aides,” he added suddenly, “some body's got to be comic relief, and I don't notice anybody else In a sweat to be the life and soul of the ship.” He favored Lanyard with a morose stare. “Why don’t you ever put your fo make up its mind | shoulder to the wheel, Lanyard? Why to blow from this quarter or that, | leave ft all to me? Come on; be a died away altogether. % had had fn eartter At the same | «port, cut a caper, ernck a wheene, time the horizon appeared to close | do something to get a giggte im perceptibly; what little definition | “But I am by no means sure you hours was do not laugh at me too much, ag ft erased; and the Sybarite, shearing is.” the olly and lifeless waters of a| dead calm, seemed less to make Progress than to struggle mullenly in| inspiration. pool of quicksilver at the bottom of | mademolselle and me no end, tf you ® slowly revolving sphere of clouded | Itke. giass, mutinously aware that all laboring wrought no sort of gain. After an hour of this Captain Monk, on the bridge with Mr. Swain, ir arrived at a decision of exasperation. | today’s t Thru the engine-room ventilators aj|come th telegraph was And there’ long jingle of the heard; and directly the The next place the Twins came to ‘was the house of Jack Horner, Jack was standing at his front oor. “Hellot* sald he, when he saw the Twins, “Hello? said Nancy and Nick. "We are hunting for Mother Goose’ magic broomstick. Do you know where it is?” “No,” answered Jack. “I don’t Uke brooms. I only like raisin ple and plum cake and fruit pudding. Would you like t ave some?’ “Yes, thank you," answered Nancy, “put we'll have to hurry now and we can’t stay. We thought you might have the broom to sweep up your crumbs.” “Well, as to that,” replied Jack, “I never make any, for I eat all mine. But you might ask Tom Tucker.” The Twins thanked him and the reen Bhoes whisked them off to Tom's house Sybarite’sto join us; he's too much worried Jack was standing at his front door. “Rot! . . . Tel you what.” Pht. nuit sat up with a gleaming eye of “You can entertain | Spill the “Glad tidings » “Now don’t monkey with the eye. brows—please! It gives me the wil- les . . . I merely mean to point out, he day you promised to With the awful decision. no use waiting for Monk iad tidings. | | As usual, he was eating ch, and butter, “Any Lrooms here?” asked Nancy, sticking in her head. “Mother Goone | has lost her's and we're after it The cobweba are getting so thick in| the sky the sun can scarcely shine thru.” “I'm not an ol4 woman,” growled Tommy with his mouth full. “Ww I want with brooms? Dame Trot or old or the Old Woman Who Lives in Bhoe. Mebbe they've got it" “I don’t think #0," ald Nancy. | “Dame Trot’s cat would lick up her crumbs. Mother Hubbard has no crumbs to lick up, and the Old Woman in the Shoe has no time to sweep.” Suddenly Tom had an idea. “You might ask on that star over there,” he said. “It’s called Mars, and lots ot people live there.” Go and ask (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star PAIR OF OVERALLS IN YOUR WARDROBE, NOUR MAJESTY, BUT T WANT “THe FURNACE CLEANED AND PUT IN ORDER AB rr r PIyrry MY DEAR = You ARE AWARE “THAT I KNow NOTHING CONSIDER “THIS CLEANING rt 1 WOULD MOLEST AN INTRICATE Piece OF MECHANISM, AND IMPAIR “THE ENTIRE APPARATU! FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS ¥ THE SEATTLE STAR “TH! WAY OUT MACHINERNYS' MAY BE WHILE about his nice ttle ship. Teil mademotselle and me now.” shook his head smiling. “But the time I set was when we made our landfall.” “Well, what's the matter with Marthay Vineyard over there? You could if it was @ clear day.” *But it is not a clear day.” “Suppose it gets thicker, enough fog? We may not before midnight.” “Then till midnight we must wait. No, Monsieur Phinult, I will not be hurried. I have been thinking, I am still thinking, and there is still much to be maid before I ean come to any decision that will be fair to you, mademolselie, the captain on the one hand, myself on the other.” “But at midnight, if the aktpper's promise holds good, we'll be going | ashore.” “The objection is wel taken. My answer will be communicated when we see land or nt 11 o'clock tonight, whichever is the earlter event.” Some further effort at either per- lmuasion or tmpudency—nobody but Phinuit ever knew which—was drowned out by the first heart-brok len bellow of the whistle sounding | the fog signal. Liane Delorme bounded out of herd lchafr, clapping hands to ears, and| uttered an unheard ery of protest; and when, the noise suspending tem: | porarily, she learned that tt was to be repeated at intervals of two min utes ae long as the fog insted and the yacht was under way, she flung up piteous hands to an uncompas sionate heaven and fled to her state room, slamming the door as if she thought thereby to shut out tho of. fending din. One fancied something Inhumanty 4erisive in the prolonged hoot which replied. Frton if the shuddering of he Sy! thought, Ike dull grey cotton wool. “TALKS NOU'D IMAGINE “THAT SMOKE OVEN HAD A SWISS MOVE MENT ~ I DPoSse HE A FURNACE BY CRANKING Lost PIECE , TODAY ? rt fabric were fair criterion, the pace of the| barite was unabated, she was | ploughing headlong through that | dense obscurity ust: | power of her engines. | | uniform, the waters were | a | bottom at that place Lanyard ao a nasty planking fog. easy with glob two Lanyard was, es Mr, put it with }and it wae with some difficu! rium. Then, however, of the rail for insurance heartily, added | mutual esteem, The incident dampened Lanyard 0, ardor restiessly in @ deck-chair for whi Bome time after, upon his bed, he heard Mr, lin the saloon querulously | gating one of the stewards, peared that Mr. | tail of an eye on the bridge. M | Collison relieved Mr, Swain, and the/ |latter came down the companion-| ladder just in time to save Lanyard| | pill as bie feet slipped on great good-nature, over him, clinging to the first offi- cer in & most demonstrative manner; | further mishaps, thanked Mr, Swain his apologies, the two parted with expressions of to have He made a rather gingerly way back to the quarterdeck, loafed the utmost From time| to time, when the whistle was atill,/ the calls of seamen operating the & sure | sounding machine could be heard;! wee land | but their reports were monotonously not yet hoal enough for the lead to find) being changed as) ules of ‘There's no telling how bad a} | tall he might not have suffered had| |not Mr, Swain been there for him| }to catch at; and for a moment or) Bwain ity that he at length recovered his equilib- | he laid hold) against and for ex- a little then went below once more. | supine again . Swain interro- It ap- Swain had unac- Rather than languish under the | countably misiaid his keys, and he burden of Mr. Phinult's #pirited con: versation for the reat of the after. noon, Lanyard imitated Liane's ex ample, and wasted the next hour and Now and again he consulted his ant appointment to keep. At two Mother Hubbard | minutes to four he left his stateroom, | that night. *\and as the first stroke of eight bells | nerves rasped almost beyond endur- rang out—in one of the measured intervals between blasts of whistle—ending the afternoon watch, seen anything of them. Jard hadn't, he sald; the sea several hatta watch, as one might with an import. | but one wanted to know if the steward had The stew. 4 Lanyard for one knew that he spake sooth, ao half flat on his bed, with oyes| since at that moment the missing) ‘cloned but mind every much alive.| keys were resting on the bottom of| H miles astern—all | There was no dressing for dinner ance by the relentless fog }room. Lanyard wasn't r Liane Delorme, her signal, the | preferred the seclusion of her state- he stepped out on deck, and paused| the bosom of a white shirt ts calcu. lated to make some Impression upon the human retina even on the dark. for a survey of the weather condi tions. the air, witnessing that the wind had come in from astern, that ts to say approximately from the southeast, and was blowing at about the apeed made by the yacht itself. The fog clung about’ the vessel, Lanyard | suit of blue entirely inconspicuous, So, missed the feminine Influe table, tude. And after dinner he s | There was no perceptible motion In| est night; whereas his plain lounge rge was sure to prove it noe he at he bore up with good fortt ‘eogated MISTER, DID You all) BY AHERN AW HE'S ONLY PLAYING DUMB WELL ASK HER NEXT IF Y'CLEAN = APURNACE WITH SOAP OR SILVER POLIGH™ HE'S A we =| A FIFTY CENT / wart, ILL ar. * “More astoriesT” Mr. Densmore said, “well, you are a storyloving pairt I think !t must have been the next fall that we moved out to the ranch. “My father’s store was on the corner across from the postoffice, and we had moved into our big new houne, and I was very happy. My mother says I 4id sometimes talk about ‘my little yellow house,’ but I iiked the new one Just the same. “1 was so near the other boys, too, and we did love that great school yard. I remember we used to gather the most delicious wild strawberries there, and play all manner of interesting games in the woods, “But things went wrong In a business way, and we had to go across the lake, “It was lonesome on the shores of Lake Union then, Just the for- est and a few farms, and homes long distances apart, so that to mo it seemed as if we lived in a world all by ourselves. “Mra. Bean gave me a setting of woe eggs that year and my first real joy on the ranch came when I had a whole brood of bantam chickies all my own, “IT had a horse, too, and a pet cow we called ‘Old Spot.’ "Ed Bean and I used to take ————————iaiielel |himaeclf as usual tn his favorite chair near tho taffrafl. ‘The fox, if anything denser than before, manu. factured an early dusk of a pecu- Harly depressing violet shade, Noev- ally sorry;| ertheless, evenings are long fn that season of the yéar, and to Lanyard It seemed that the twilight would never quite fade out completely, true night would never come, Long before it did, speed was slackened: the yacht was at last in soundings; the calls of the leadsmen were as monotonous as the whistle blasts, and almost as frequert. Lan- yard could have done without both, * Or E Cleland _4 if VPage 520 THE MOVE TO THE RANCH Enercon THE OLD HOME TOWN MARSHAL OTEY WALKER APPEARED JUST 4 TIME TO CHASE A GANG OF HALLOWEEN WHO WERE ALL SET To WHEEL AWAY THE TOWN JAIL, YES, 1 GUESS t DD LOSE ONB- DID You fiND ONE, |RYBRETT TRUE Grate _ « | * * the cows to pasture down on Green lake, and ride them home in the early evening. “Ed was a little older than I and a good playfellow. “I remember one day my father fot ready to go hunting; he had seen some pheasants in the woods and he thought he'd like to take a shot at them. “I was very insistent about go- ing with him. ‘No, son,’ he said, ‘It's too far for you to go, but I'l tell you what you may do; If you can get Ed to come with you, you may come to meet me along toward late afternoon.’ “That sounded fine, and I was all keyed up for the tramp, but when I went for 1 I couldn't find him. “Well! mother said, ‘T'm afraid that means that you will be disappointed, Worth, Your father sald if Ed could go with you, you might go.’ “But, mother,’ I argued, ‘He didn’t know I couldn't find Bd. He just thought T might be lon some; I won't, mother, I won't. May I go, mother?" =~ “I wouldn't have been so sure about not being afraid if I “had known what was prowling around in that great, lonely wood, (To Be Continued) lefliaiiedieneeeee Ee each minute, whereas Lanyard bad grown accustomed to timing the tn- tervals between the sounding of the ship's bell, upon which all hig in- terest hung, at the rate of fifteen blasts to the half hour, If you asked him, once a minute seemed rather too much of a good thing, even in busy lanes of sea traffic, Still, It was better perhaps than unpremeditated disaster; one was not keen about having the Sybarite ground on a sandbank, pile up on @ rock, or dash her brains out against the bulk of another vessel— before eleven o'clock at earliest. if the ship could not. He remarked }® steadily intensified exacerbation of nerves, and told himself he was growing old and no mistake Me | could remember the time when he could have endured a strain of walt |iIng comparable to that which he must suffer now, and have turned never a hair, How long ago it seemed! . . . Another sign that the Sybarite had entered What are technically | classified as inland waters, where special rules of the road apply, was to be remarked in the fact that the ites signal was pow sparing gncel Jy setrpspest he squated those -LosT “ToDAY~ BY ALLMAN TA JUST FINDING OUT HOW MANY HAVE BEEN ‘Yours MAKES WINETEEN f D am BY CONDO two hours between dinnew and tem thirty longer than the fortnight which had prefaced them. So is the heart of man ever tmpatient when the journey'’s-end draws near, tho that end be but the beginning, as well, of that longer journey which men call Death. (Continued Tomorrow) Doctor—The crisis is over. Your husband will recover, Wife—Oh, dear! And Ihave bought my mourning.—Der Brum — mer, Berlin, ‘