The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 2, 1922, Page 13

6P#e7 st a5 bef BF , BaP BEa naeP tion with a bang mg betsad (Continued From Yesterday) *Monsteur! monstour!” Liane tm. plored, “Open that box!" ‘The words were on her Mpe when she was thrown off her feet by a frightful shock which stopped the Rybarite dead tn full career, before the screw, reversed in obedience to the telegraph, could grip the water and lessen her momentum. The woman cannoned against Monk, ehouldering him bodily aside. In. stinctively snatching at the box, Monk succeeded only In dragging it to the edie of the desk before a seo ond shock, accompanied by a grind. ng crash of steel and timbers, seemed to make the yacht leap like @ live thing stricken mortally. She heeled heavily to starboard, the des. patch-box went to the floor with a thump lost tn the greater din, Liane Delorme was propelled headlong tnto @ comer, Monk thrown to his knees, Phinuit lifted out of his chair and flung sprawling tnto the arms of Lanyard, who, pinned down by the other's weight In his own chair, felt this last slide backwards to star board and bring up against a parti. that drove the breath out of him in one enormous gust. He retained, however, sufficient Presence of mind neatly to disarm Phinult before that one guessed what he was about. After that second blow, the Syb rite remained at a standstill, but the continued beating of her engines caused her to quiver painfully from trucks to keelson, as if in agontes of @eath such as those which had marked the end of Popinot. Of a sudden the engines ceased, and there Was no more movement of any sort, only an appalling repose with silence more dreadful still. Lanyard had no means to measure how long that dumb suspense lasted which was imposed by the stunned | faculties of all on board. It seemed interminable. Eventually he saw Monk pick himself up and, making strange moaning noises, like a ‘wounded animal, throw himself upon the door, jerk it open, and dash out. As tf he had only needed that vis- fon of action to animate him, Lan- yart threw Phinult off. so that he staggered across the slanting floor toward the door. When he brought himself up by catching hold of tts frame, he was under the threat of his own pistol In Lanyard’s hands. He Ungered for » moment, showing Lan- yard a distreught and vacant face, then apparently realizing bis danger, ded away Into the sa! With a roughness dictated by the Gesperate extremity, Lanyard strode over to Liane Delorme, where she etill crouched tn her corner, staring witlessly, caught her by one arm, fairly jerked her to her feet, and 1e82 °F lee H & " i ping off coat and waistcoat, took from the pocket of the latter wallet that held his papers, then Tipped open his shirt and unbuckled the money belt round his waist. Its Pockets were ample and fitted with trustworthy fastenings; and all but one, that held a few English sov- ereigns, were empty. The jewels of Madame Montalais went Into them as rapidly as his fingers could move. ‘Thus engaged. he heard a pistol explode in the saloon, and saw the polished writing-bed of the captain's desk scored by a bullet. His gaze Ghifting to the door, he discovered a neat round hole in one of Its rose- ‘wood panela. At the same time, to the tune of another report, a second hole appeared, and the bullet, wing: ing above the desk, buried itself In the after-bulkhead, between the deatlights. A stream of bullets fol- lowed, one after another bort he stout panels as if their consistency had been that of cheese. Lanyard stepped out of their path and hugged the partition while he finished stuffing the jewels into the belt and, placing the thin wallet be- neath it, strapped it tightly round z HE “What are you that Mars was a queer place. There were no two people alike. ‘The Twins had sen and spoken to & square man made of stone and a Queer, funny woman made of wood. And now what do you muppone? ‘They saw a three-cornered boy, His head wns three-cornered and his hat was three-cornered and his legs and feet and hands and arms wore three cornered, and he was three-cornered ‘all over. “What are you that way for?” ask ef Nick. “What way?’ asked the boy, He threw away a three-cornered apple that he'd been eating and whistled a three-cornered tune and amid « red mmile, “Why nfs you all corners and Sdges and sharp places?” naid Nick, looking him over from hat to showw— wd top, polttety, I'm afraid, * t know,” answered the three-cornered hoy, turning a three @mrmered = somersault, “What are! him once mora * * ¢ ‘That would be Phinuit out there, ho doubt, disdaining to waste time breaking in the door, or perhaps fearing his reception once it was down. An innocent and harmless Amusement, if he enjoyed it that tt seemed a pity to Interrupt. At the same time it grew annoying. The sieve, and the neighborhood of the deadiights, Lanyard’s sole avenue of escape, was being well peppered Something qn have to be done about it * ® Lanyard completed hie prepara tions by kicking off his shoes and taking up another notch tn the belt that supported his trousers, If the wim before him proved a long one, be could get rid of his garments In the water rendily enough; If on the other hand the shore proved to be | close at hand, tt would be more con- | venable to land at least half clothed Then—the fusiliade continuing without intermission save when the man outside stopped long enough to extract an empty clip and replace it with one loaded—Lanyard edged jalong the partition to the door, cal culated the stand of the lunatér tn the bullete were coming and emptied the pistol be had taken from Phinuit at the pancia as fast as he could pull trigger. ‘There wag no more firing * * * He tossed aside the empty weapon, made sure of Poptnot’s on his hip, approached one of the deadiights, placed @ chair, climbed upon it, and with infinite pains managed to wrig- gle and squirm head and shoulders through the opening, It was very fortunate for him indeed that the | Sybarite happened to have been butlt for pleasure yachting, with dead lights uncommonly large for the sake of alr and light, else he would have been obliged to run the risk of open | ing the door to the saloon and fight ing his way out and up to the deck As it was, the business was diffi cult enough. He had to work one of his arms out after his shoulders and then, twisting round, strain and claw at the smooth overhang of the stern until able to catch the out Up of the scuppers above. After that he had to lift and drag the rest of him out through the dead- ght and, hanging by fingertips, work his way round, Inch by Inch, until It seemed possible to drop Into the sea and escape hitting the screw. In point pf fact, he barely missed aplitting himself in two on the thing. and on coming to the surface clung to tt while taking such observations fas one might in that befogged black- Ress. Impossible to guees which way to strike out: the fog hung low upon the water, greying {ts smooth, gently heaving biack surface, he could see nothing on either beam. At length, however, he heart through the hissing uproar of eseap ing steam a mournful bell some. where off to port, which he at first took for a buoy, then perceived to be tolling with « regularity inconsistent with the eccentric action of waves. Timed by pulsebeats, {t struck once ; every 15 seconds or thereabouts: un- Goubtedly the fog signal of seme minor lighthouse. In confirmation of this conctuston, Lanyard heard, from the deck above, the resonant accents of Captain Monk, clearty articulate tn that riot of voices, apparently storming at hapless Mr. Swain. ™ “Don't you hear that bell, you ass? Doesn't that tell you what you've done? You've piled us on the rocks off the eastern end of Plum Island And God tn heaven only knows how you managed to get so far off the course!” Breathing to the night atr thanks which would have driven Captain Monk maf could he have heard them, Lanyard let go the bronze blade and struck out for the melancholy bell. Ten minutes later the fingers of one hand-—he was ewimming on his side—at the bottom of ite stroke ‘touched pebbles. He lowered his feet and waded thru extensive shallows to a wide and sandy beach. XXVIII FINALE ‘The window of the living-room tn hin muite at the Walpole, set high tn clift-itke walls, commanded a south. way for?” asked Niok you two people that way tor?” “What way?” asked Nanay in eur prine. “Oh, all round and curly and soft and white and different. We've got lots of people on Mars but none like you, Where do you live and what are you doing here, and why did you come and how de you Mke it and what are you after and when are you going home?” “My, ob, my! gasped Nandy, “You can ask a lot of questions, But IN answer as many of them as I oan, Wo're Nanay and Niok, the Twine from the Marth, and we're which was lost,” And she told him abont ft, "Did you neo it?’ asked Nick, The three-cornered boy biinked his threscornered eyes and nok his head, “Never heard of it,” said he, moving awey and breaking Into « three-cornered run, (To Be Continued) Copyright, 1083, by Heattle titary door was taking on the look of a) the saloon from the angle at which | through, | hunting for Mother Goose's broom | © THAT SURE 16 A LAME LOOKER = WHERE'D Y'Pick Tr OFF, - AT GOME SWAT GOCIAL2 GAY FAT V'can HOUGE AN’ BUS WOULD BELIEVE c Hime aA FigT COULD ToucH HUNG “THAT “TWILIGH TON FOR A SUIT, AN! A COAT HANGER FELL DOWN AN’ KIGSED THE SEATTL BELIEVE ME OR NOT, HE COULD -] HANGER HAD BUT I Gor-tHis | ~)9AY HE GOT V7) KiucKLES on BLACK PEEK UP W fT FROM A tr = AN’ We MAIL ORDER CLAIMED BY AHERN NOBODY HiS EYE BUT AN OCCULIGT THE O11) HOME TOWN GT Fer | 1 JHE MOTHS GOT iswT iT Terriere P ward vista of Fifth Avenue, whose enchantment, clothed in ever chang Ing guises of light and shade, wan so potent that Lanyard, on the first day Doesn't hurt « bit! Drop a little “Freesone” on an aching corn, in- stantly that corn stops hurting, then shortly you lift it right off with fingers. Truly! Your druggist sells a tiny bottle of “Freezone” for a few cents, suf- ficient to remove every hard oorn, soft corn, or corn between the toes, and the calluses, without soreness or jterhation-—Advortiooment, Don’t Squeeze Black- Heads—Dissolve Them | Squeening and pinching out black- \neads make the pores larke cause jrritation, Blackhea enused by umulal nae of du Nor Sane om, Yapt abou a om a rid of thom—a sim | fae in to Cesoive n rom any drug store noon ol oalonite powder—sprink!: a little on a hot, wet cloth rub over the blackheads brinkly for # \few seconds—wash off and you'll be purprined to see that every black head has disappeared, and the skin will be left soft and the pores | their natural eondition—Adver' ment, DOINGS OF THE DUFFS:+ TOM, JUST LOOK- SEE HOw IMTO “THIS BLUE DRESS OF mine! tire. Yet by noon of the third he was viewing it with the eyes of soul Gestroying ennul, thoygh the disfavor | it had #0 quickly won in his sight| was, he knew, due less to cloying familiarity than to the uncertainty and discontent that were eating out | Threo days before, immodiately on} arriving In Now York and installing himself in this hotel, to whose man. | agement he was well known from | other days, he had onbled ve de| Montalnia and Werthetmer. | ‘The response to tho latter—a/ cheerful request that credit be ar- | ranged for him by onble—was an) prompt and matisfactory as he had | expected tt to be. | But from Madame de Montaiats he | hoard nothing. | “Mission succeqsful,” he had wired —returning France by La Savote tn | five days having arranged safe transportation your property-—please | advine if you ed meet me In Parts | to recetve same or your commands | otherwise.” And to this, aflence onty}—aflones | to him to whom words of her @icta-| tion, however few and terse and fil- | tered through no matter how many indifferent mediums of intelligence, would have been prectous beyond ex prension. fo it wan that, as hour followed {| window, and was hating tt with all hour and the tale ef them length- |ened into days, he foll into a temper jot morbid brooding that wan little | | ike the man, and instead of faring | abroad and seeking what amusemont | he might find in the most carefree olty of the post-war world, shut him | self up in his rooms and moped, in. Aifferent to all things but the knocks at his door, the stridulation of the |telaphone bell that might announce | the arrival of the desired message: And no tt was that, when the tele- phone did ring—at Inst}—towards| noon of that third day, he fairly Jatumbled over himself in hin haste |to reach the instrument. But the animation with which he answered the professional voice at the other ond of the wire faded very quickly, the look of weartnons returned, his) ncoents votoed an indifference fairly erolating, "You? * * Oh yen o 8 8 Very well * * © Yow, at once.” Ho returned te his view from the his heart when a etout lennokling on | soneonenononsonesoncnes | “with macaronl Is right!” =’ fuhill Green Chile Cheese OD OSC) sapenenene AND JUST LOOK AT THIS NEW BLANKET - THEY'VE BEEN INTO THAT TOO! IT BEATS ALL HOW “Hey cet int DANNY'S SWEATER 1S JUST LOADED WITH BIG HOLES - I’LL HAVE TO NEXT TIME! GO DOWN TOWN! Page 823 THE FIRST NICKLES AND DIMES Down at Lowman & Hanforda, ) got their mail. right there in the store, David made a discovery, @ pioneer who tuned to work in the postoffice when It took only three men to handy af of Seattle's mail, ‘The postoffice iteelf stood down on Mill #t. (Yeslor way) and the back of it opened on a little ship- yard, on what is now First ave. This interesting teller of early- day tales is no other than Mr, GC, L. Andrews, writer of books, traveler of many lands, and alto- gether a most wonderful new friend for the story book readers, as well as for Possy and David. He didn’t hesitate @ minute when they asked him for stories Just started right in with, “Yea, I remember about early days in Seattle, not real pioneer times, but—days quite different from these that we are living now, “I came in 188%, came by rail to Tacoma, but of course, had to come the rest of the way by boat; got here on New Year's day, and went to work in the postoffice right away, ©. J. Carr was post- master, and he and Lyman Wood (afterward county auditor) and I were the whole postoffice force of the olty of Benttle. “Did we have any postmen to carry the mall? Woe certainly did not; people came to the office and ———————— his door announced his callers, ‘They filed inte cheerfulness of mien in striking oon- trast to the weary courtesy with which Lanyard received them: Liane Delorme first, then Monk, then Jules, then Phinuit, rather bleached of color the room with a |for More DENTAL OFFICERS 106 Columbia At. Beattle’a Leading Dentlat Than 2 Years, “Prof. Meany, of the university, I remember so well those first days I was here. He was work- ing for the P..1. at the time, even carried papers sometimes, I think; goodnatured, friendly boy he was, used to come into the little pont- office and be was #o tall he'd look right over the partition with the mail boxes in it and ask for the PI, mail, “Do you know, I received the first nickles and dimes that ever came to this city, BSwabacher Bros, were planning a big bargain sale in their general store (you know they haven't always been an exclusive hardware house) and they wanted some small change, Up to that time ‘two bits’ (@ quarter) was as small change as anybody wanted, “Bo they sent to the mint in fan Francisco and got four pounds of dimes, and had them vent by mail, and I received the packages, “That was @ great postoffice; the back end of it opened out on the shipyard, you know, and the Indians would come up and store their clams under it, Anybody ever tell you about how we man- aged our garbage downtown in "sar" (To Be Continued) | ment in prosperity, Continued Tomorrew ——— AND OINTMENT ———— Cl e use WHEN ABNER TUTTLE THE LOCKSMITH OPENED THE SATCHEL CONFISCATED BY MARSHAL OTEY WALKER, HE DISCOVERE Dee OTEY HAD DNKNOWINGLY CAUGHT THE BANK ROBBERS AND RECOVERED 7HE STOLEN FUNDS - GET HIM A NEWONE THE and wearing one arm in a@ sling; al very smart in elothes conspicueusly new and as costly as the avenue af. forded, striking figures ef content- Cuticura Soap ar the Skin aan AND HERE’S YOUR GOLF COAT- THEY GOT INTO LOOKING TOR A Mec Gve 5 ith Aes fl PORK CAKE BY BERTHA E, SHAPLEIGH Of Columbia University ‘Thie ts @ cake which used to be very popular, It keeps indefinitely, and is @ good cake for housekeepers to make, if they have good pork. ‘| Phis resipe makes three medium.sized loaves: 2 cups finely chopped clear fat pork 1 cup seeded ratsins 1 cup currants % pound citron 2 cups sugar 1 cup molasses 6 cups four 1 tablespoon soda 1 tablespoon cinnamon 1 tablespoon cloves Pour boiling water ever the pork and let stand until cool, Then add sugar, molasses and fruit. Mix flour with soda thoroly into the other mixture, Bake two hou 1% cups boiling water