The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 21, 1922, Page 13

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER Begin Here Today and fam withogt giving the man's name. Wat who later the conqueror of the Sou met his death the he WAS Once A great beauty States who had been wu 4. Bhe locked exhausted and in her face one rea@ the tr " failure. Go on With the Story CHAPTER II Meanwhile, the doctor, after word of direction, left the woman : at the second floor, and she entered her apartment with the maid. She took off her hat, went over to the window and sat down, She leaned on her eibows, looking out, her face im her hands, her heavy hair falling yi ever her thin, blue-vetned fingers. ' The maid came with excited re- fj monstrance. Madame must go at ence to bed. The doctor had or| dered it, Madame was taking a chance with her life. Her lungs i Would congest. She would die im Mediately! In spite of the dry at mosphere, there was a certain damp- ness from the Nile at evening But the woman gave no attention j She sat quite motionless, looking down at the man on the gray Arab, @t the edge of the Place Esbekiya. She could see only the white helmet, the firm shoulders, the nervous horse, and the sun in the street be- neath it. She could not see the man’s face, but she knew the features of it For some days he had been a dis tinguished figure in the city. Under the visor of the helmet she could re- construct the face, with those dom}: mating ‘ee of sword-biade, and the features that in repose seemed mod- @led over tron. And there arose in her an appal- Hng sense of lose—a ghastly sense | of having been trapped and cheated. | Here was the destiny for which she Was born into the world, and she had been turned another way into the pit. Ah, God! If she had only this bronze wall how far and how wonderfully she ‘Would have gone! Meanwhile the riot of sound and color poured along the Street Kamel Pasha, drifted across the Place. Es. Dekiya, and entered the Rue Muski on the way to the Tombs of the Caliphs. Now and then, one, ex- hausted, dropped out of the mad eurrent and fell im the street, @wathed tn his burnoose itke a HAIR DON'T ST FALLING ITSEL 35c“Danderine” Saves Your Hair—Ends Dandruff! Delightful Tonic Don't lose another hair! Don’t tol- erate destructive dandruff. A little Danderine now will save your hair; thicken and strengthen it; double its beauty. Falling hair never stops by itself! Dandruff multiplies unt! tt forms a crusty scale, destroying the hair, Toots and all, resulting In baldness Your druggist will tell you that “Danderine” is the largest selling hair saver in the world because it corrects and tones slek, ailing hair of men and women every time. Use one bottle of Danderine, then if you find a single falling hair or a partt- ¢le of dandruff, you can hs money back © your ee Chips off the Old Block OPPORTUNITY STAR WANT ADS behind her, | 21, 1922. Triumphs of 4 ' M-Jonquelle | ky MELVILLE Davisson Post | © 1999 NEA Service, Inc THE LAUGHTER OF ALLAH 7 The whole equare of the Place Eabektya was sown with these mo: tionless figures. Suddenly, far off In the border of the garden of the Esbektya a gaunt figure arose from among these ghastly groups, as in a garden of the dead—a creature infinitely old, matted with hair and naked under his burnoose, He extended his arm, and his voice drifted with the vague | wind northward as from the desert It came to the man sitting t) Arab as from a remote dists voice carried on the wave crest of innumerable sounds. @ long, wai desert ory, weird, cery, the words urred over and blurred. “O Sirdar! I will give it to you I will give it to you. And may it crucify your soul!" The voice trailed off in a thin, in distinguishable whine, and the ema elated creature sank down unde his burnoose. The man looked up and at ’ like one who hears a whisp the sky, Then he turned h and rede on slowly in the the procession wake He followed it east into the Rue Muski The horse picked its way along careful to avoid the exh i mad men who lay everywhere. The ride gave the horse no attention. He rod with the reins slack in his fingers. As the Rue Muski entered the Neuve, the horse, to avoid a camel, stepped on the caftan of an ex hausted dervish, lying in a heap Uke a relaxed dead man. The hoot barely touched the garment, but the drug-crazed creature beneath it suddenly rolled over and buried his teeth in the horse's leg above the fetiock. Tt was the quick, savage lunge of an infuriated dog The horse bolted, and to keep him from) going headlong into the crowd, the rider turned him into a side street. | But he could not master the mad dened horse The beast was wild; the tron bit clamped into its jaws as | cemented tnto a stone, As tho! infected by a virus, the horse was now as crazed as the drug-drunken | |dervish. Nevertheless, the horse did | mot get away | He fought down the narrow street | and out thru the native quarter of the city, but the rider controlled him and, but for an accident, would have got him In hand. A waterskin had broken tn the street, and when the plunging horse struck the wet earth he fell The thing all happened tn « flash, and the man was thrown out of the saddle, As he arose & native servant, tn livery, handed him his helmet which had rolled into a door | way. A motor car had stopped and |& woman was out tn the street be | side him. | _°Oh," she orted, “are you hurt” | The voice had the soft liquid tones of some Southern country. | He was not tn the least hurt and [he hastened to say it The car was new and «mart—the sort of wonderful thing one eleven in the Rue de la | | ! ipisantaseiaiias “I thought you were killed,” she said. | | woman was extremely young, a mere jeirl, he thought, for the lines of [her slim figure were not yet round ed out. It was amazingly good in « suit of white Chinese silk heavy as duck and cut, in a half sporting style, | with a plaited coat, belt and patch |pockets, by ® first-class London tailor. The girl was blushing slightly Her eyes, colored like the velvet hull of an Italian chestnut, were | wide under long lashes curling up. | “It was @ nasty cropper,” he said. |The horse went down like a sho } the helmet got the/ | Fortunately | blow.” And he preased out the pieces of |broken cork. | “I thought you were killed,” she |said. Then she turned toward tho “Lat me take you up.” He could not very well refuse and he got in. Besides, his horse was nowhere to be seen, and his ruined helmet would make him conspicuous | in the street. It was precisely sunset and from | a thousand minarets the muezzin | wag calling out. Tho whole city was | flaming pink, as tho covered with| the wings of innumerable flamin- goes. The horse had fallen as it| entered a great square before a) aque. | When they were seated they fell | Immediately into a pleasant talk. | The charming thing about the girl| her perfect freedom. ‘There was not a pretense in her. She gave boundless confidence. She was wholly absorbed in the thing she; talked about | Almost at once they were on a| friendly footing, and the man found himself speaking of things which he| had never before discussed with any- body—trifling, intimate things which touch life here and there. | She loved a jar-fly and a trumpet sho said. If she could only [seo the trumpet-vine and hear the jarfiy, she always became at onee Inexpressibly happy, no matter in what mood. She tried to imitate, the sound, putting out her lips. | | And he told her that a cock crow- jing in the afternoon strangely sad- jdened him, like certain desolate landscapes that impressed the be-| [holder with the end of all things. It} | ‘ made him unutterably lonely. He! was not usually lonely, but that| note, sounded in the sun, neraga change him like a witch word, bi OUR BOARDING HOUSE AW, PACK UP Your HAMMERS = “KID PORTLAND SHOWED A LOT OF CLASS IN HIS FIGHT“IONI GHT« HE NEARLY HAD “THAT GUY WAVING “TD GRANDMA IN 7TH’ LAST ROUND! " i ew ¥ HELLO, HELEN- “a 1T LOOKS AS IF WE ARE GOING TO HAVE ComMPaNy FOR DINNER THis EVENING! YE THe “No, sir!” said Scamper. “But you can leave it with me if you like.” Nancy and Nick said they would be delighted to help the Green Wizard make his magic. So wishing themselves up to the top of an old oak tree, the largest in Whispering Forest, they looked around for their new master, Soon he came striding over the tree-tops in his long green robe and welcomed them cordially. “My, my, but I'm glad you've come! be said. “The orders for magical things have beon coming in so fast my desk won't hold them all.” “Goodness!” cried Nancy. “Do you make magical things for everybody who asks you?” “No,” answered the Green Wie ard, “Not until they have done some thing to show me they are kind. hearted. But I have to watch like sixty so I don’t get fooled “One day Mr. Scribble-Serateh, the sent to me for a ‘The motorcar, which had endeav ored to enter a great boulevard crowded with natives, made one or two turns and finally stopped be- fore @ narrow, iron gate In a high wall studded with spikes. The driver explained that he could not reach the main entrance, The crowd was strangely obstinate and would not make way for the car, To go in with the girl seemed to the than inevitable, She offered a cup of tea and would send him on when the streets were opened. The He could seo every detail, so vivid restored. ARE HOME-MR. ANDO MRS. BLAKE ARE COMING ANO I'M GOING TO BF LATE WITH IT - You CAN HELo ME BY SETTING FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS GET OUT= ¥ "BATTLING BONZO DAT TED HIM INTO ATRANCE Ar-H’ START« HE HAD HIM “THINKING HE WAS HANGING PaPeR IN A REVOLVING DooR HE COULDN'T EVEN “TOUCH " a ss. FIER “KID PORTLANDS’ POKE CARNIVAL WAS OVER == DOINGS OF THE DUFFS / 5, im GLAD You yasie! Tt magic adding pencil “Well, sir, I spent day but finally I got a pencil that only made a mista! twice a week “1 wrapped tt up,” wei wizard, “and took it to his “ ‘No, air!’ sex Scamper can leave it with me if ye “AN right,’ sez I and over. | “After that Mr. Seamper And then I knew he'd kep' pine tree.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seat crowds brought out carpet would presently scatter, Besides, in the fascinatt | delightful chatter, he Just then a slim little gi eyes, on the veranda of a big, house in a Southern state ca surrounded by magne [which you enught the « whitewashed cabins. She was lying down, wi letgn Illustrated paper | writing @ letter to a hero, AROUND HERE YOU'D NEVER \ GET ALONG ~ HOW MANY PLATES SHALL! PUT AROUND? SHALL 1 PUT THE SALAD PLATES On Too? UVLO MOMs KIN BRTUDAY PRESENT NOW, Mon ? ’ days puzzling my brains over It, | hundred after ‘nother in arithmetic. was before her, HE SEATTLE STAN BY AHERN | HA HA® WHEN NOW YoU GO over NO SAMI (Grr HE WENT Down To “THE UNDERTAKE as) AM G@ORS \Pere WH! “THIRD ROUND AN’ GET THOSE (ae ( ANY WHERE 6 Horas HE THOUGHT HE WAS a BS?) BUT DAT a \BRUM a IN A BASEMENT, PLACE !! <a ~ READING “TH’ GAS ~ y METER TH! BELL SAVED Him ai! WHEN WE AWOKE W HIS aro HE ASKED, TLL WARM up WY SHIPWRECK \F “THEY WROTE fg DOWN “TH” LICENSE NUMBER > * Seni. A Great Help 5 THERE, HOW DOES ‘THAT | SUIT YOU? 1GVESS You KEEP THE | CAN'T FIND ANY FAULT Jovates on | WITH THAT - EVERY | THING IN ITS PROPER Prace? IF YOU DION’T HAVE ME t 3 YOUR PLACE ~ it You WILL SERVE THE ROAST - BRING THE SALAD PLATES ovT were ! WANE MY MUU! CAN ar Grattle _ « wf + SStory Pookk. : By Mabel Cleland _» _——— SO DAVID HAD TO FINISH kept saying, ‘If only we could get “Shah-shah, Pegey! David whispered, “motherdear is not up| some woman to come.’ But there yet. Daddy sald she has a real| weren't any women to get, and bad headache.” | after a while she remembers how “Oh! Pegay tiptoed away from | her father sat before the fire with @ tiny, teeny-weeny baby wrapped up in a white shawl, and he said, ‘Hess (that’s what he called Betsy oe and David went wanted to hear my the door, and downstairs, story book,” Peggy said. “She's been writing It, and writing it, | J&n) come and look at your baby and still yet I don’t know what | *ister.’ it In like.” “And they named her Paulowne Mary Wallace, and she was th! first white child born on Whidby island. “It was along about the time | that store was built, I guess; must have been in 1858, ‘cause that's about the time other people said it was, that gold rush was going on up to the Fraser river “There wasn't any Bellingham, Then David got the typewritten and read Peggy the story you have read it in your just as story book. When he had finished, Pogy said, “My! but my book did Ww 4s that all Mrs. ‘bout her life? | Just that the ad Indians did go home and that was all? Didn’t| any more things happen to her?" | stop quickly |] Rudene’s stor s 'n’ days fixed up | David was still feeling sorry) then. But where Bellingham is ke about) about the trip he had had, and| there was a little place called |] that Peggy had missed, and he| Whatcom, and most everybody kept trying in all sorts of ways to | make it up to her, so he said, | nt on the) house my- | stopped there for supplies on their way to get the gold out of the self. Who should be on the porch || “Come on over on the couch and| Fraser river, (Mrs, Hewitt was but Scamper Squirrel! ‘Is Mr, Serity I'll ten it to you, every single| there, Peggy,” David stopped to ble Scratch at he sox I. ‘I've|} thing I can remember; ‘course it| explain, “and she said, ‘Why, yes, something for him |] won't be like motherdear's story! David, I remember that, plain as ‘But you|| or anything, but you can get it, T] anything. "Most any time of the mu like.’ guess day for weeks and weeks there sand 40; h sther-dear forgot | on the Cowlitz river, where we handed ne Fhing me phe ot lived, I could look and see men to put in the story, too. Ars.) coming, coming, coming, with made one Rudene rem s one day when i she was awfully little, just after t the pen they moved into their house on they could, taking the long bh cll. Yes, one has to be éareful with Whidby Island, that there was a n oa: aa magic. lot of excitement in the house | ® run, poi hoe! 2 to get to the gold | “But come right along, children. about something, and her father Pefons Someone else beat them My magio workshop t4 in the big iia ke |) tle Star) | was the narration, She kept put-| ‘The place they entered was en- - ting back a vagrant lock of hair| closed by the great wall set with by the sacred| that constantly fell down. Her lps! spikes, It was native in its archi- | were stained with red paint from tecture outside, with a flat roof, but the penhojder where she had chewed | inside it wag a white man's house, it over a difficult word, and her| with a drawing-room on the second frock was daubed, with ink where | floor. she had wiped her thumb. They saw no servant as they went He knew the worship of heroes at in, altho the house was lighted, In that age for he had a Latin gram- the drawing-room no one answered mar in which was pasted a picture the bell, and the girl went out to lof Nelson, finger-printed with halos. discover the reason. ith a for|And he had a warm, bewildered | feeling, as tho the very day and| ion of her seeing ri, mostly | old of Ameri. pias thru limpse of The concluding installment of this hour of that fascinating time were, unusual story will appear in our issue, | THE OLI) HOME TOWN ED WURGLER ,WHO DELIVERS WASHINGS FoR HIS WIFE- WAS PRESSED/NTO SERWCE HELPING AUNT SARAH ~ PEABODY GET THE LODGE ROOMS READY FOR THE BIG SUPPER. ee You THE SALAD ON THE WRONG SIWER ALL PAGE 13 BY STANLEY STANLEY was BY ALLMAN '& GOT TO ME IF You’D Go IN THE OTHER ROOM AND READ Youre ~ ENTIRELY Too FUSSY! 10E AND THE FT HANDED! His AUTHO® Sars THAT THE HAPPITST CoOveLES ARE THOSE OF CPFPO SITS CHARACTERISTICS. AN AND WE WOULD Be At (Tt WEREN'T FoR YouR NASTY, HIGH TEMPER II! Graham Bread By Bertha E. Shapleigh of Columbia University 1 pint milk or water 2 tablespoons molasses % yeast cake 2 teaspoons salt |] 2 tablespoons lukewarm water 3 cups white flour cup brown sugar or 8 cups graham flour Make a dough with first seven ingredients, add graham flour and enough more white flour to knead. Knead slightly, and proceed as with plain white loaf, baking in a moderate oven one hour. If an all-graham, moist loaf is desired—use all graham flour, and beat well, but do not knead. Pour into greased pans and let rise. Bake one hour in a moderate oven