The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 25, 1922, Page 9

Davisson Post Service, Inc OUR BOARDING HOU. OF “MAT Deck!- WHEN “THEY GHUPFLE OFF OF HIM He'LL BB ABLE THE WOMAN ON THE TERRACE » whee ONQU ELLE greet of French Ge- UB ied ine beautiful allen Tas woman introduced her a Amertoan, and reotive had "s why the Reuse m Franca owned by Dillard, had te the ground. Zhe taplnined that (he Rouse wae filed Indiana.—‘‘My beck 1 wes tired 5 POINTS ANACORTES LINGHAM OD CANAL POINTS ‘TURSDAY, FRIDAY, 400 4.0. iFAH BA VAY PORTS SOUND NAVIGATION COff | thought of this villa, but I did not dare to tke the train from the Gare de Lyon. 1 traveled in a mo-| tor, winding southward from France, ‘not directly, in order to confuse any- one who might endeavor to follow.” Again she touched her mouth with | the lace handkerchief, There wns a faint red gtain on it Bhe looked at the stain, but without emotion, and Presently added. | “But I aid not succeed. Monsteur Dillard and Monsieur Jonquelle have been able to trail me here with an/| equal facility, tt seems, and within almost the same period of time 1/ ean not have managed my travel | discretion.” She stopped abruptly. For « mo-| ment there was silence, The two beside her did not mova, but spect changed. The Amert. seemed to relax; his tense en-| te ebd. The menace in him | to an aspect of disaster; on contrary, there came into the ‘ure of Monsieur Jonqueile «a tenseneas. He spoke, ad. ng oreo Amertean. | * be said, “le ft true The man replied as tho his jaws tite, “Yea,” he sald, “the whole rotten eetling was hung with them. I al) ways wont tn with an electric flash/| —* candie-—good God! What an ac eident” Monsieur Jonquelle arose. “Monsieur,” he said, “this was no Qccident. I will show you.” The villa had been long closed. Insects had had their will with it. He went over to a shutter, un- hooked {t, swung it a@ little open, | removed an immense cobweb, and came back to the border of the! terrace. The American, amazed and tn a Profound interest, moved to where| HELLO, MR.DUFF-IS MRS. DUFF INP | WANTED TO BORROW SOME BAKING PowOER- | RAN SHORT! “Not an accident?” he sald. “What @o you meant ) Monsieur Jonquelle held the web) & ank! and the for id “Do you wish me, also, to accept the gage d'amour of the Service de @id you destroy this house tn the Faubourg St. Germain?” The woman repiaced her hands on the arms of the chair. “Monsieur,” she said, “at the end of life, in the face of n death that ts inevitable, I have suddenly come to realize a thing that has been an in- scrutable mystery to the.” She extended her hand, on which and started off. “Ha, ba, ha, be,” laughed Mr Tingaling, the fat jolly landlord of the Land of Dear Knows Where. The Land of Dear Knows Where is ® big piace for it takes in Whis- pering Forest, Bright Meadows, Old Orchard, Lily Pond, Ripple Creek, | and ever #0 many other places, just as the United States includes a lot of ntates. Well, Mr. Tingaling was the land. lord of all of them and he was laugh ing. He was laughing because he was happy and he was happy be- cause he'd got a present Nancy and Nick had left tt for him | at his house in the Blueberry | Patch. And here’s what the present wan. | A pair of magical glasses that could ¢: see thru a stone wall or a mud bank, or anything. A most useful thing for a landlord whose tenants some. times pretended they were not at Instantly his hands and feet were secured, was ® plain, narrow, worn, gold band, “This bracelet,” she said, “worth perhaps, a dozen france, waa given to me by Paul Verlain, a boy who loved ec. He waa killed at tho She moved her hand, taking up died at Verdun.” "she #ald, “I, a onild rire, an apache, called ‘Canque d'or’ from the effect of my SHE ISN'T MERE, BuT | GUESS! CAN FIND 1T FoR You - COME Mr. Tingaling hooked his magic glasses behind his ears) RT THE SEATTLE STAR SE ‘BY AHERN 4 TU. NEVER FORGET Z| “WW FooTBALL Game L PLANED W ONCE} I JUST CAUGHT!’ BALL AN! STARTED RUN, WHEN A STRAY PiANO PELL ON MY NECK» THEN I BEGAN DRINK ING NIAGARA FALLS THRU A SODA STRAW, an’ WoKE UP SMOKING A DocToR's “THERMOMETER | « FOOTBALL 16 UKE ‘Y MATCHING NICKELG)\" WEADS You Lost! «= AN ARM wl TH’ CLING 16 WORTH “TWo IN “W' GLEEVES "HEV OUGHTA CALL THis GAME “GRIDIRON DICE’ OR ROLLING ‘DOINGS OF THE DUFFS OH, LET IT GO MR.OUFPI 1 DON'T WANT To PuT You To $0 MUCH IGUESS SHE & * vage David had no more than gotten the words out of his mouth about | Captain Elt when daddy came in | like a breath of outdoors, as usual “What's all this?” he asked, | picking Perey up and tossing her | so high that her head just missed | the ceiling. “What's all this about Captain Eli, David, my son? You | forget yourself. I was to tell Cap- tain Eli's stories.” And daddy pre tended to be much offended. But he soon settle? down and David, who bad heard them all, was just as eager as Peggy to hear again about Mickey MoCrone and the whale gun “From British Columbia to Call. | fornia,” daddy began, “everybody in the old days knew Captain Elt Captain of a staunch whaling v sel which brought tn her full num. ber of the big sea mammals each wenson. “After the country wae pretty well settled up he used to lecture on ‘Sea Monsters and Sea Exper. fences’ at all the coast towns. “His way of getting up a crowd to hear the lecture was to fire the old whale gun which he carried with him for that purpose.” Daddy stopped and looked at is watch, “I haven't much time, iddies; well, I'll tell you about Mickey McCrone, anyway. “Once when the captain had home when he went for his rent. “Well, well, well! smiled Tinga- Ming. “IN put these on and go to Corny Coon's house right away. I've nearly rung his door bell out of joint, but he never answers it. I'll bet he's home ail rightes, but he doesn't wish to see me, Now that I have my magic glasses, we'll soon find out! fo saying, Mr. Tingaling hooked his magic glasses behind his ears and started off. “Why what's this? he erted sud. denly. “I can’t see a thing! Where Aid all this fox come from? The sun was out Uke a bonfire a minute ag 0." He didn’t know that the fog was in hia glasses. He had gotten the smoked glasses by mistake—the glasses intended for Buskins, the ap- ple-tree fairy. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) work In which Monsieur Dillard was pleasure, or power; loved it infin-| engaged—that the prints with which itely more; loved it beyond any|the house was literally packed— measure of comparison, for they left) would help to destroy the very thing these things and went eagerly to| which these men, Paul Verlain, an immense necklace of penris, |matehed and priceless, that hung almost to her knees, | “This necklace,” she said, “was given me by Count de Lamare. He | wns killed in the great allied ad- | vance on the Somme.” | She extended her hand to tnelude | the place about her. “This vilia,” she said, “wan given ma by the Marquis da Nora He yellow hair, which I have bee taught to put up as tho it were th head-drens of Minerva; 1, faith in 4 g, realized that th men—-Pau lain, who loved m: and who also loved lif ‘ount do Lamare,: who loved me, and who alsa loved pleasure: the Marquis de Nord, who loved me, and who also loved pewer--these men loved some. thing more than ma or ile or death for it ‘I thought about ft, monsieur, me." f denly rose as with a single gestur « tho she had been lifted to her feet by Invisible hands. “Then suddenly, monsieur, with a flash of vision on that night when T was« alone in the houre tn the Faubourg, St. Germaine, I under. wood thie thing saw that the, it who | Count de Lamare, and the Marquis de Nord, had given their lives to save.” She spoke with a sudden, eager vigor. | “It would help to destroy France | and therefore, 1 took « aandle in my hand and burned tt. Do you \ know what the valuable prints were with which this house in the Fau- jours St. Germain was crowded on, PAGE 9 BY STANLEY } tf S : THE OLD) HOME TOWN THE Town Bors BEGAN GATHERING FoR: THE LODGE SDPPER. AS EARLY AS FouR c'ctock, UNDERTAKER JED BARRYMORE SAID THERE: MAI FoR A BY ALLMAN TOM, WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU LOOKING FOR P You've EVERY THING MRS. BAILEY WANTED TO BORROW SOME BAKING PowDER WHY IT WAS RIGHT HERE ON THE Ice BOX! 1FITHAD BEEN Ative EVERETT TRUE ZS SRATTLING PAPER SACK = —- CHAWING CANDY, = % od _ By Mabel Cleland _»% bad OAPT. ELI AND MICKEY McCRONE gone to Port Townsend to lecture, he was sitting in the office at ‘Clapps’ when Mickey came in. He spoke to the captain, then spied the whale gun in the corner. “Murther in Irish? be exciaim- ed, ‘if here ain't the father of all guns! Murtherin Irish! And who owns the gun, might I be askin’? “Bomeone pointed to Captain Ell, and Mickey called another Iriahman and straightaway they began to plan Ike two bad litte boys. “ ‘Faith, it's got a barrel as big as a rat hole! Couldn't that make a hole thru a man, tho? Hah! Hah! Hah! I doubt me there’d be | man enough to go around the hole! “‘Bay, captain’ he called out to Captain Eli, “What say. You give me the loan of this little gun? I'll warrant you I'll shoot all the birnr-ds in the straits, and that’s the truth. If yell but loan me the gun? “All right,” said the captain, ‘all right, Mickey, but you've got to promise me one thing, when you bring the gun in bring it empty. I don’t want it around bere loaded.’ (To Be Continued) Wonderful Gold Cake , By Bertha E. Shapleigh of Columbia University Tolks of eight eggs 1% coups flour 4 level teaspoons baking powder One teaspoon grated rind of lemon that night? “T do,” replied Monsteur Jonquelle. ‘Or I should not have taken thease % cup butter 1 oup sugar American, Dillard. !] 1% cup mtik “The house jn the Faubourg St Germain was paoked with counter. felt notes of all the highdenomina- tion paper currency of the French republic, printed, by this man, from plates etched by the German en-, graver, Wagenheim of Munich.” | Cream butter and sugar together; beat egg yolks until very thick and light in color; add to butter and sugar with lemon rind. Add milk, and lightly stir in the flour sifted with the baking powder. Bake in layers 20 minutes, or in one pan 36 minutes, The success of Uiis cake depends upon the thoro beating of the egg yolks and the slight stirring in of the flour, This cake keeps for days without drying. Frost with any desired frosting. “The Girl in the Pleture,” another brilliant triumph of M. Jonquelie, | will begin in our next issue