The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 3, 1922, Page 15

i i FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 1922. (Continued From Yesterday) “Tt ts @ pleasure indeed,” Lanyard acknowledged their several gravely yalutations—“not, I must confess, al fogether unexpected, but a pleasure aone the less.” “Bo you didn’t think we'd be long spotting you tn the good iittle old town?” Phinult enquired. “Had a totion you thought the best way to jose us would be to put up at this well-known home of the highest Otices.” “No.” Lanyard repiled. “I never ought to be rid of you without one were meeting—" “Then there's good tn the olf bean all Phinuit interrupted in wasted ny. “One cherishes that hope, mon. weur, * * © But the trail I left for you to follow! I would be an ass indeed tf I thought you would fall to find it. When one borrows a towboat at Plum Island Light with- wut asking permission—government ty too—and leaves it moored @ dock on the Greenport water. front; when one arrives tn Greenport Sothed in shirt and trousers only, and has to bribe {ts pardonably sus picious inhabitants with handfuls of British gold—which they are the More loath to accept tn view of Its present depreciation—tin order to se sure a slopchest coat and shoes and transportation by railway to New York; when a taxteab chauffeur re fuses @ sovereign for his fare from the Pennsylvania station to this ho- tel, and one ts constrained to borrow from the management—why, I should way the trafl was fairty broad and well blazed, mes amis.” “Be that as tt may,” sald Phinuit —“here in a manner of speaking we all are, at least, the happy family re- Onited and ready to talk business,” “And no hard feelings, Monsieur Phinuttt “There wil be none"—Monk’s eye- brows were at once sardonic and self. watisfied; which speaks volumes for thetr versatility—"nt least, none on eur side—when we are finished.” “That makes me more happy still. Ana you, Liane? ‘The woman gave a negiigent move- Ment of pretty shoulders. “One begins to see how very right you are, Michael,” she sald weartly— “and always were, for that matter, ° and eecape being bored to death by the * © © Oh! the unpardonable stu- “pity of associates. “But no, messieura™ she insisted with temper as Monk and Phinutt Mmuttaneousty flew signals of re. gentment. “I mean what I eay. T I had never seen any of you, I of you all! What did I ten insisted on coming sieur Lanyard? That nothing and perhape would not laten Impossible to be- ; HH HTH EL gaa j i i i j pape HE i? he must be wrong: and since is now clearly proved, that he {a as wrong in every way an we, then & follows naturally that he will heed eur threats and surrender to us those fewels * © * Those jewels? she @clared bitterly, “which we would have been fortunate never to have heard of!” She threw herself back tn her elair and showed them a scornful sboulder, compressing indignant Itp= to @ straight, uniovely line, and beat ing out the devil's tattoo with her Mopper. Lanyard watched her with a pur ged smile. How much of this was ecting? How much, ff anything, an sxpression of true feeling? Was she setually persuaded it was waste of time to contend against him? Or was she shrewdly playing upon his not unfriendly disposition toward her in the hope that it would spare her tn the hour of the grand debacle? He could be sure of one thing only; since she was a woman, he would never know... Z “Good morrow,” the old man greeted them. comest thou?” Mars was full of surprises and Nancy and Nick, traveling along its crooked road, saw all of them. They had just sald goodby to the three-cornered boy when they met @ queer old man with a long beard. His beard was so long that he had to wind it ‘round a wheel like a gar- den hose, #0 he could carry it. Nancy couldn't help thinking of the lttle girl in the poem whose neck grew so long that she had to carry her head around in a wheelbarrow. “Good morrow,” the old man greeted them. “Whence comest thou?” “From the earth,” answered Nick, returning his greeting, altho he couldn't understand why the man should say “good morrow” instead of “good yesterday” or “good day.” “We are hunting for Mother Goone’s broom which is lost. you seen it?” asked Nancy. “Highty tighty! You don't say heloneWol ADVENTURES OF cle vets ete Peal ass © Wa Intemational Majarine Company | Monk had been making ominous | motions with the eyebrows, but Pht nuit made haste to be beforehand with him, | “You sald one thing, mademotselle one thing anyway that meant some thing: that Monsiour Lanyard would give up those jewels to us. That's all arranged.” Lanyard turned to him with genw: | ine amusement. “Indeed, monsieur? | “Indeed and everything! We don’t want to pull any rough stuff on you, Lanyard, and we won't unless you force us to———" “Rough stuff, monsieur? mean, physical force?” “Not exactly, But I think you'll Feoall my telling you I stand tn well | with the police department in the| old home town. Maybe you thought that was swank, Likely you aid. But it wasn't, I've got a couple of friends of mine from headquarters waiting downstairs this very minute, ready | and willing to cop out the honor of putting the Lone Wolf under arrest for stealing the Montalais Jewels.” ‘Hut in it possible,” Lanyard pro. tested, “you still do not understand | me? Is it possible you still believe I jam a thief at heart and interested jin those jewels only to turn them to my own profit? | He stared undelievingty at the tros: ty eyes of Monk beneath their fatu- Jously stubborn brows, at the hard, | unytelding eyes of Phinuft “You said It," this last replied with brevity. “It was a good bluff while ft last. 4, Monateur Lanyard,” Monk added; | “but it couldn't last forever. You! can't get away with it. Why not give tn gracefully, admit you're licked for} jonce, be a good fellow? “My God!" Lanyard pronounced tn comic despain—“it passes understand. ing! It te true, then—~and true espe cially of ruch as you are today, as I |wne tn my yesterday—that “Whom Fortune wishes to destroy she first makes mad’! For, I give you my word of honor, you seem to me quite mad, Measieurs, too mad to de allowed at large. And in proof of my sincerity, T propose that you shall not longer remain at large.” “What's that? Monk demanded, startled. “Why. you have riot henitated to threaten me with the police. 80 now |i tn my turn, have the honor to tn. form you that, anticipating this call, I have had relays of detectives walt ing tn this hotel day and night, with instructions to guard the doors as goon an you were shown up to my rooms. Re advised. Mr. Phinuit, and forget your pistol. Even to show tt in thie city would make matters tnfi. nitely worse for you than they are.” “Ho's tying.” Monk tnatsted, put- ting @ restraining hand on Phinuit'’s }arm as that one started from his chatr tm rage and panic. “He wouldn't “Would I not? Then, stnee you be Neve nothing till ft te proved to you, Moessieurs, permit me...” Lanyard crossed rapidly to the hall @oor and flung ft open—and fell back & pace with « ery of amazement. At the threshold stood, not the de- tective whom he had expected to see, but « woman with a cable message |form tn one hand, the other lifted to knock. |. “Madame! Lanyard gasped—"Ma- | dame de Montalais® The cableform fluttered to the floor aa she entered with a gladness in her face that was carried out by the fmpulstve gesture with which she gave him her hands. “My dear friend?” she cried happt- ly—"T am so glad! And to think we [have been guests of the same hotel for three livelong days and never knew ft. I arrived by La Touraine Saturday, but your message, tole graphed back from Combe.Redonde, | Feached me not five minutes ago. I | telephoned the desk, they told me the number of your room and—here I am!" “But T cannot belleve my senses?” | With unanimous consent Jules, | Phinvit and Monk uprose and made | for the door, only to find ft blocked |by the substantial form of a plain jcitizen with his hands tn his pockets |and understanding in his eyes “Steady, gents** he counseled | coolly. “Orders are to let everybody~ in and nobody out without Mr. Lan- yard says #0.” For a moment they hung in doubt and consternation, consulting one an. You “Whence 80,” exclaimed the old man. “That is too bad! Mother Goose is my 42d cousin and I know how she prizes her broom. It's been in the |family for thousands of years. But | th I see you're looking at my |wonderful beard. I'll tell you about it. Whenever the people of Mars wish to go to another star, they call upon me. “Then I unwind my long beard— sof’ and the old man wheel #o fast that yards and yards of his beard piled up on the ground. “Then I make « loop tu the end of {t—so—and throw it until it catches on @ star point—Iitke a lasso. That makes a fine tight rope that Janyone can walk over. Is there any |place you wish to go, my dears?” | The Twins said there were lots of | places, but if it was all the same to Have |him, they'd go to Jupiter first, (Lo Be Continued) (Copyright, 1932, by Seattle Star) turned the } ste SEATTLE STAR OUR BOARDING HOUSE MV,MY~ AND DID MRG HOOPLE! BAKE: You BIRTHDAY CAKE, M CHURCH 2« Now WASN'T tr NoBLe OF HER © : 3 “TELL WAS ISS TWiS 1S THE i LAST HAND ANDO }~ other with disma: yea stares. Then AND SHE INGIGTS UPON LIGHTING tT WITH CANDLES = OF CouURSE < HAD “tO DUST THINK + CT WILL “TAKE “THIRTY - FOUR CANDLES! any WaA-HA-~ 1 WOULD MY AGE, ANDI $0 AGHAMED + Pur! BY AHERN iF SHE “TOLD HER RIGHT AGE “THAT CAKE HAVE “To BE GARNIGHED wrth A LIGHT HOUSE = WHY GAY, SHE WAS ON “TH! HEAVY SIDE OF “THIRTY WHEN RATE = IF SHE'S DUST “MIRTY FOUR, “THEN ROOF ON UNCLE “Tom's CAB talais turned to the quartet eyes that Phinutt made as if to shoulder the | glimmered in a face otherwise quite man aside But for the sake of the | componed. moral effect the latter casually ex-! “But how surprising!” she declared. hibited a pistol; and the moral effect | «yradame ia Comtesse de Lorgnes— of that was stupe ndous. Mr. Phinuit | Monsieur Monk—Mr. Phinult — how dinconsolately #louched back into the | gelienttul to see you all againt* room. | Grasping the situation, Eve de Mon. | appreciation. Girlish Complexion Now Eas’ ily Acquired If your complexion i# bad, just try this ‘simple, harn mah home treat- ment. It will prove @ revelation to you. This evening, before retiring, cover the entire face with a thin y mercol WAX, layer of ordinas white ch you can get at any drug store | (one ounce will do). In the morning wash this off with warm water, fol- adhere to th moved with It ment nightly unt! akin le absorbed in this way. -=the loveliest m imaginable. The then tn in appearance, del d by @ dash of cold # of the soiled and Iifelens # Fine 6 wax and are 1 the entire mur: Result complexion new skin atural fresh, idence ts soft and velvet teately tinted with the bloom of youth. The old outer skin comes off so | Tho etvility met with inadequate “Nothing could be more opportune,” Lanyard declared; “for it im to this Indy, Madame de Montalaix, and to these gentiemen that you owe the recovery of your jewels.” “Truly?” “As Tam telling you. But for them, | their charming hospitality in Invit- ing me to cruise aboard their yacht, | but for the assistance they lent me, | though sometimes unconsciously, 1 |admit—tI should never have been able |to say to you today: Your jewels are in a safe place, madame, immediate. ly at your disporal.” “But how can I thank them?” | “Well,” matd Lanyard, “if you ask me, I think we have detained them long enough. I belleve they would pressing appointments elsewhere,” “I am entirely of your mind, mon- sleur.” Lanyard nodded to the man tn the doorway—"All right, Mr. Murray”— and he stood indifferently aside. In ailence the three men moved to the door and out, Phinuit with a brazen «wagger, Jules without emo: tion visible, Monk with eyebrows adroop and Mapping. | But Lanyard interposed when |T4ane Delorme would have fol- lowed. | “A moment, Liane, tf you will be #0 good." She paused, regarding him with a somber and inscrutable face while |be produced from his coat pocket {a fat envelope without endorsement “Thin 1" yours.” The woman murmured blankly “Mine?” He sald in a guarded voice: “Pa- pers I found in the safe in your lt brary, that night. I had to take them for use in event of need. Now * ¢ © they are useless... But you aro unwine to keep such papers, Liane, Good-bye.” ‘The envelope was unsealed. LAft- ing the flap, the woman half with- drew the enclosure, recognized it at @ glance, and crushed it in @ oon- vulstve grasp, while the blood, ebbing swiftly from her face, threw her rouge Into livid relief. For an in- stant she seemed about to «peak. venience and no detention indoors, | knowledgment, and left the room. Freckles, moth p pimplos, any surf , liver spote, eruption is, of course, removed with the skin itwelf. —~Advertisement, Lanyard nodded to Mr. Murra: who amiably closed the door, keepin, himwelf on the outside of it, 4 be most grateful to be permitted to} leave and keep their numerous and * | which have gradually there ta no pain, no Incon-|then bowed her head in dumb ac- | fe Ih ‘ar * & we “No,” David answered, eager |] for more postoffice stories, “no, Mr. Andrews; didn’t they have garbage cans and men to come get |] them same as now?” “Not unless old father Nop tune might have been called tho garbage =oman,” Mr. Andrews laughed, “Right out of the back door everything went—old boxes |] and barrels and odds and ends of all sorts of refuse, right onto the tideflats, and in would come, the great, clean tides, and carry it all away. The Indians had fat clams those days, they had much to feed on. “But about the postoffice, We had 680 boxes, and as I told you, |] everybody came for his own mail. If he didn’t have a box with a key, he asked at the window. “| remember one funny old Dutchman who used to come every day. ‘Anny mail for Nish Yacob Ohm? he would say, and before I had time to answer or {even to look, he would turn sadly away and start out, saying dole. fully, ‘No! No! No! I dank not; I dank not; I dank dere be no mail for Nish Yacoh Ohm; no mail for |] Nish Yacob Ohm? No, no’ | “Sometimes I would find a let- |] ter for him and call out after Eve de Montalats was eyeing him with an indulgent and amused glance. As he turned to her, she shook her head slowly in mockery of reproof. “That woman loves you, monsieur,” through the Daily Use Murine, The Allutiog Sparkle of ‘outh Quickly Returns to Eye Dulland Lit os. Uned safely for many verywhere. | Bold by Druggists Bs OR ichlame >» , —nsennenneengeetedioiieiieliats tM ee THE OLI) HOME TOW ~ NAILED —— AND THEN “To CELEBRATE MARSHAL. RECOvVE PACH TS 'N STANLEY OTEY WALKER TORNED THE RED FDNDS OVER 7d THE BANK, , ANOTHER PADLOCK ON THE VAIL, THE WHOLE “TOWN TORNED OuT WIS CAPTURE OF “HE BANK ROBBERS YES 1 DID And THAT'S WHERE I’ 1m BAD rattle _« + od him, ‘Surely there's a letter for you, Mr.Ohm! You mustn't burry off sof “Then the old fellow would come back, and without changing his tone of voice, say ‘Yah! Yah! Dis time dere is one letter for Nish Yacob Ohm! A letter for Nish Yacob Ohm! “By the way, I think you'll find that old fellow’s tombstone out here at the cemetery, and if I re. member correctly, he had it placed long before he died, to be sure it was as he wanted it. He was @ queer old fellow. “I remember another thing about those days when I work- ed in the postoffice, that's about my lunches, “All the wistaurants here serv- ed midday dinner at that time. And s0 far as I know every one of them charged ‘two-bits' for @ dinner and you ate what you wanted, from soup to nuts, that is —-that's what everybody expected. But one day I went into a restau- rant run by an old lady, The soup was good and I liked It, and I wanted some extra crackers, and when I asked for them she || got furlously mad, and then I got |) mad, so mad that it makes me ]| laugh now to think about it.” she stated quietly. | He succeeded admirably in looking as if the thought was strange to him. “One is sure madame must be mis- taken.” “Ah, but I am not!” sald Eve de Montalais, “Who should know bet- ter the signs that tell of woman's love for you, my dear?” THE END No winds have been found in the upper air by the United’ States weather bureau, in many years of observation, that much exceed 100) miles an hour, i} t CONT WRITE AN T CANT SING, So TD UNE TT’ now WusT 600d TD BS AT School ! 0, ARS. TRUS, t DON'T WANT TO GO TO THar SHow TONIGHT!) ‘THERE'S ENCUGH TRAGOOY IN THIS CIFE WITHOUT PAYING TO $6ea MORE! X€SMOTIONAL ACTRESS"! 2% DON'Y : NEED TO Go TW ANY TO SSE A TEMPERA WOMAN THROW BITS OF HYSTERIA AND wWase REAL TSAR! AND 1 DON'T HAVES TO Go To ANY THSEATSGR GITNOER “TO 834 A HeEarRrrcess HEAVY VICCIAN Mt NEW ENGLAND BROWN BREAD BY BERTHA E, SHAPLEIGH Of Columbia University 2 cups graham fiour 1 oup corn meal 1% teaspoons salt 2 teaspoons soda % cup molasses 2 cups sour milk Sift together flour, meal, salt and soda. Add molasses and sour milk and when mixed beat thoroly two minutes. ‘Turn into @ greased mold and steam three to five hours. Rye flour may be substituted for one cup of graham flour, Water (lukewarm) may be used in place of sour milk. If this is use one and one-half teaspoons soda in place of two, as above. f a very dark brown bread ts desired steam eight or 10 hours, This will make three loaves if steamed in one-pound baking powder tins. If raisins are desired add one cup to the recipe given and use @ little joss Molasses.