The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 22, 1922, Page 11

career in Raypt Riding thru Oy of Oatra, he wea ruddenty (ire le heres, A charming white 6! Dim inte her meteor car aod brough( him to her hom ‘The Rngtiehman during the rid Rouse, odeerved signe of the natives. But he said nothing joy entered the girl's home they found Bar SIG anee tera ha Tone girt range the bell in the drawing room. ewered Dut me familiar native face an Go On With the Story CHAPTER II! Passing @ center table, as by in advertenca, she turned down a photo graph frame. The atmple, unconscious act caught man's attention, and when he ‘was alone he picked the thing up and turned it ower, It was an old, bat- tered, sliver rim, enclosing a picture of himself cut out of ap illustrated paper. The picture was yellow with eee and marked around tn faded Ink. showed @ smart young officer & legend of “Hrilliant Achieve- ment” He remembered distinctly the day that a marked copy of this come to him, sent out by ring aunt ‘The brilliant achtevement had been rather in @ hill fight. war and the correspondent was mak Ing all he could of every incident. He held the thing a moment In try’ 5 It was a tiny ing to remember how ago that had been. It and be put it Dack gently on face down. Immediately the girl came tn with find a was not flushed ang smil- proper of twelve tablets cost few cents Druggists also sell hotties of 24 and Aspirin is the trade mark of Manufacture of Monoacetic — Lovely Healthy Skin Kept So By Cuticura Daily use of the Soap keeps the skin fresh and clear, while touches of the Ointment now and then pre- vent little skin troubles becoming serious. Do not fail to include the exquisitely scented Cuticura Talcum fm your toflet preparations. Te Ointment 2 and We. ‘uticara Soap shaves without mug. DR. WO chinese pocron Nature Chinese Herbs Remedies ‘ oft t Soyer panting of tome) is telding tho letter up, tursing| “| people, were being cut WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 1922. umphs of 4 M.Jonquelle by MetvILute DAvisson Post © 1999 NEA Service THE LAUGHTER OF ALLAH pe TR was @ letter written to the hero—a sheet from an old blue | ruled copy bo words pain fully printed, the letters uneven. / and “w" always @ head than the rest 1 called them ‘are-ah’ and | Woubleah," sho said. “They were harder to make than the others.” Then she gave hie arm « little squeege. “Ian’t the postscript heavenly ? He thought the fingers were on his heart. He could hardly read the | dim-printed line “And tf you come over and lick the Yankees, I will love you more | | better,” He felt himself gotng weak all over This was the only love-letter that any woman had ever written him, He had got innumerable let tere pretending to be, but this was the only one. And here it was an April fi reaching him tn winter. Here + youth, dimpled and red-mouth pulling at him, a cool Pinger or around his heart | Hoe felt that he was capable committing any folly. But he | only: | “It ts charming.” He wished to ask for the letter, that he might keep it always, but | he did not know how to put it. He }was trying to think of some way when, suddenly, in the direction of citadel, a gun boomed He had Kod of said | tt in his fingers, trying to think how to ask for it, and so did not see the [girl go over to the window she gave a@ litte smothered cry. put the bit of paper down and crossed at once to her. Immediately he saw what had alarmed her, When they had en- tered from the car, they had left the gate unlocked and now figures were slipping ta ig vr : i af tt © rack walking sticks, there was a heavy dog whip with « long plaited lash. He caught it Gown as @e i A é | i i ! | | Fs Ee A ii,tet tt Fee af ; A Tie 2 “They were only @ pack of dogs, Words seemed to steady got himself tn hand. “We must see what thf thing means,” he said. “Flow does one go } | The heavy whip lashed him up?” and he Indicated the housetop with a gesture. She pointed out the way, her hand on his arm, now with a firm hold, now sliding along the sleeve. And, on the stair, step by step as they went up, the man felt this soft, caressing hand fingering his heart. On the housetop the soldier under- stood, Islam had risen and her in |numerable hordes, swarming lke |vermin, hela the city. The whole ldewert had entered under pretense Jot honor to the sacred carpet. ‘The procession had been cunning- ly delayed, and the English regi- ments, separated by the crowds of to pieces. Suddenly wedged in, they were at the mercy of the Arab knife, The city was a pot of sound. The man saw instantly that the regt- ments were lost. He looked out southward, toward the citadel, and under his eyes there leaped up a Jong ertmson blur and, above the in- numerable seents of Cairo. the smell of fire tive regiments Moreover, the na- he caught|dark hair banked around her face, had gone over to|long lashes, Islam; they were forming here and] And the most mysterious, the most THE SEATTLE STAR PAGE 11 OUR BOARDING HOUSE IT WAS LIKE “HIS FATS "TH TREASURER OF “TH' LODGE ASKED MB NOT "Td PULL “TH’ BY STANLEY. BY AHERN |» THE OLI) HOME TOWN 2 | Wh HA iste! Oo! Lie HE'S “THROWING Our Now = "TH’ ALL HE DID LAST NIGHT WAS SMELL LEATHER WIG Nose WAS NO-NO- AUNT SARAH, , ze SUNK EEVANG MACHINES ¢ CURTAINS ON Bowzo,” | |ONLY TIME He | 1 BAST Guns Arw AS HE WAS A MEMBER! [TOUCHED poilzo"|§ eae oF“! Lopee, ax’ | | was WHEN THEY, eer!" DIDN'T HAVE HIS DUES Al > 2S PaiD uP FL ; POLISHED HIM, He’D [x GET sore al’ QurT! SON y S&S ? MARSHAL OTEY, WALKER JUST CAME OUT OF BARRYMORES WITH AN ARMFUL OF CHAIRS FOR THE LODGE SUPPER WHEN A PASSING RIG THREW A WHEEL . acts Sy Kip PORTLAND'S ALIBI == e DOINGS OF THE DUFFS ‘TOM, WAIT A MINUTE, ILL GO DOWN WITH You-1t WANT TO DO SOME SHOPPING THIS MORNING! // MOUNGMAN, "VE BEEN WATCHING YOU - CROWDING UP TO THAT YOUNGLADY = PVE SEEN YouR TYPE BEFORE - They OUsGHT To LOCK You UP! SLAPPED YOU RIGHT In THE PACE- IT WOULD HAVE, SERVED You RIGHT! | } How-Do, MEESTER TELL“ A You GooD FoRTONne ¢ Cons, tf TSeuUsa Nov Good FORTUNES! Two Brrs ! 4 TELl-a ou ~ =~ rage oa’ DAVID DOES HIS BEST “So, of course, that made a lot, she left Oregon, and, of course, of people coming together there | he came to see them. And when at Bellingham, and people he came be didn’t realize that Botay J ld ‘ thought, ‘Geo! this ts going to be ges Meta ans re “And when he saw her (of a city in q minute, We'd better! course she didn’t tell me this, but build some houses? So that's why you can look at her now and see Betsy's father moved off the island, | tat she must have been awfully, “You see, the reason they moved awfully pretty when she was & was te Mr. Wallace, Betsy's | StD and saw how she had grown father, could get work, And It was| @P to be such @ beautiful girl, his hard to get jobs with money to| Beart got tangled up right away. ‘em. There was always a lot to| Only he didn't tell her then. She do, clearing land, and planting wrong 7esne. sbeebs crops and everything, but a fellow aa eateber, | Peasy, . the needed some money, besides. Prave: ttver Goll Cin’ sinount "So there they were, Itving to much, and pretty soon the men there in Whatcom, when all the came back, and then the building men came thru, And ones, one of | 18 Whatcom stopped and the Wal- the young men.” David mtoppea, | ces thought they would better “| wish mother-dear could toil | 3U# 0 on back to their farm. this. She'd make {it sound much “When Mrs. Rudene told us realer, and everything. This is| ‘st she sald, ‘I sometimes wake where the love story part comes| WP i the night and think of what pigeet Mer aieut Skaeit| MY mother endured. T do not see county.” how she lived at all. Everything was #0 hard,’ Pexsy looked admiringly up at * David, and said, “Davie, I b'lleve, I really do b'lieve if you'll try to you can tell tt Just the same, You make bee-yutiful stortes.” ‘Thus assured, David went on— as nearly ag he could, “Just like mother.” “Well—among the men who came from Oregon was @ young fellow not more than a boy, named . Cornelius. He had sort of been | nad built there on Whidby inland.” in Mra. Wallace's family before (To Be Continued) a a as AH, FAIR ONG, FOR A MERE PITTANCE You REVEAL TO ME EVGNTUALITIES SUBSEQUENT OTHE PRESENT TIME $ MYRIADS OF RECOLLECTIONS, BORN OF Te PasT, RISE VEN UNBIDDEN, AND INCIDENTS OR THE MOMENT ARE ALL TOO REGAL, ALL TOO ||TANGISis, BUT THE FUTURE — THE FUTURE — THAT MisTY REALM, THAT VAST, ELUSIVE, INTRIGUING ------ It was a queen place and it seemed that everything in the world was there. Nancy and Nick followed Mr. Green Wizard over the treetops to his work shop in the pine tree-—up |im the thickest, blackest part, where no mortal eye could see. | It was a queer place and It seemed ithat everything in the world was | there. in one corner of the room hung the Invisible Magic Sheet, in another stood the Seven League Oars, in another was the Enchanted Bridie, and in the fourth corner was @ table on which stood the golden box con- taining the Wishing Ring. In the center of the room was a great dewk piled high with letters. “Hum hof’ sighed the Green Wizard, hurrying over and picking up the top one, “More trouble, I nes. 1 wonder who wants some magico now.” He opened the letter and read aloud: “Dear Mr. Green Wizard: “Could you, would you, please to wend me a4 pair of magical glasses that can seo thru anything? “Sometimes when I go to collect my rent, the people of Whispering Forest and Bright Meadows and Old Orchard pretend they're not at home, Then I have to go away without it. As the Fairy Queen needs all the rents she can get, will you please give mo the glasses? “Yours in need, “Tinkle T. Tingaling.” “Oh, ont” cried Nancy. “It's the fairy landlord’ The Green Wizard smiled. “He has @ kind heart so he shall have the Glasses,” he declared at once. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1932, by Seattle Star) and then Mr. Cornelius went to the isand, too, and he worked for mere (by th 0 quite a few and after and said what a lovely bride she must have been, and Mra, Rudene said, “There wasn't much romance about it. I wore @ white swiss dress, and & wreath of something—snowberries, I thinkin my heir, We went to housekeeping in the house Col, Hal there under the green crescnt in|irreststibie impulse in the world perfect order. seized him. Hoe turned swiftly,/ up.” And all at once he realiz that The man stood motionless, every|caught her up in his arms, and) The man looked about him, He|from that hour, from the moment By Bertha E. Sha) leigh muscle tense, bis face like iron, The | kissed her. was in the English hospital. An/ the horse fell in the wet street, every y ’ P of Columbia University 8 tablespoons lard or butter 1 teaspoon salt % teaspoon pepper Few gratings of nutmeg 2 cups rich milk or cream As their ips met, the girl's arms went out around him. Her warm body seemed to melt into his own, to become a part of him, of every nerve, of every blood drop, of every frag- ment of his flesh, and her voice, broken with kisses, seemed to mur- mur in his bi “Oh, my love! always! “You came an ugly cropper, Sir Henry,” said the big surgeon; “been unconscious until we got the bone fingers of England were slipping off of Egypt! Then a cool, firm hand entered his own. He looked down and, all at once, a8 by some sorcery, the white city with its hell of sounds became a thing unreal. He saw only the girl who stood beside him, straight, slim, lithe, and beautiful as a Naiad, her orderly was arranging some articles on @ table. The surgeon was amil- ing; @ newspaper, which he had just put down, lay across a chair, The picture of @ woman tn It caught the man's eye. It was the picture, tn worn-out middle life, of that wonder- ful woman whom he had met and loved while the plate of broken bone pressed on his brain, He read the notice underneath. Sho had died ait- ting In the window of the English hetel at unset, inoident and detail—the girl, the ris- ing, the violence, the splendid love idyl of his life--had been fragments of the fancy! And vaguely, as from a distance, he heard the big surmepn going on: “Beautiful operation, Sir Henry, We shall have you in the saddle at Khartum in a fortnight.” 1 quart or four dozen oysters 1 slice onion « 1 sprig parsiey % cup celery % cup flour Pick over, to free from shell, the oysters, and then chop them finely. Add one cup of cold water and cook 20 minutes, having kettle closely I shall be with you eovered. Strain thru a fine strainer and cook with the onion, celery, parsley and flour, which have cooked in the lard until slightly brown, When thickened add salt, pepper, nutmeg and cream. Bring to bolling point, season more to taste and serve. Another thrilling adventure of M. Jonquelle, “The Woman on the Ter. sace,” will begin in our next issue, He noted every detail of her—her her exquisite mouth,