The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 29, 1922, Page 9

VEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1922. Criumphs of * -Jonquelle ty MeLvitie DAvisson Post @ 1000 NBA Service. Inc THE GIRL IN THE PICTURE pe BEGIN HERE TODAY minute? | of Frensh @e | 7". | ‘There was no sham business | jabout her, She was clean and | straight and afratd of nothin’, like an angel of God, i “Certainly, she sald. ‘What ts it, etre The big man moved his loone bulk | tn the chatr, | “1 know something about stories,” he sald. “I've had to make ‘em up *© & jury would bellove ‘em, an’ f} done my best as I limped along by waa attempting to marry | b | ged Wonton. told him that |, T ain't always been rich,’ I says. | an old friend of the girl's fat | ‘I was down an’ out tn the elghtios, | jan’ I was agoin’ to do somethin a" | that would have rutned me, when eourtty | by God's luck 1 met Marry in Louts | great criminal te Rngiand, tells and ifel Am Dis senae of decency w ge he saw that a dissipated Engtien- produced the la loan which Westridas raised apd | ville” (1d heard the old woman call are to Dim to ture over to the itl. | her father Harry, so I had that ‘GO ON WITH THE STORY much to go on.) he ‘what's the trouble? says, CHAPTER Ll Pp The afternoon sun lay on the ter |e pose tt was in my face. 1} of the gray stone house, where | 4. iroke down an’ I told him. Me/ ie com. bie Seal ttsnvngs tha | 0% tt all tn hia head, an’ then he - | patted me on shoulder, “Old meee weese Teeth, | man,” he sald, “a little money ain't from the world. goin’ to do you any good, I'l git story, and I wished to) yo. gety thousand dollars an’ you i, in detail, precisely clear, j ‘ | . « go out to the race-course this after- was fiction,” I asked, “this ex- | noon an’ pick @ winner.” | te Westridge T™ | “"L tried to turn it down. looked at me in a sort of WOD-| V4ne to lose his money; I didn’t a » | know one horse from another. But ” he said, “I made ft uP.” in, just taughed and kept patting wasn't any of it truer” |ime on the back, “A beginner for fot & word,” he answered. | ick.” he says. “Where's your nerve, fe you wnterstand? AIT Well, I picked that big Der- | was a little game that M*| cum colt that mobody had ever| God Almighty was settin’ UD OD | 1 ara of, « five-to-one shot, an’ } fee knew nothing of the gir's|"omped int” | wena —e aed. | “twas allmpin’ along the sea- | ; ggg thing seemed Incred-| noth, aproddin’ the grayel with my | “ . cane an’ atalkin’ to my feet, same = right,” he replied. “not Bias tf I was afraid the recollection | ee aeet ng| Would get away with mo if T wasn't sade) —, be Racer to careeul ‘The girl didn’t say nothin’ . . went on. Hana Arte eerie |.“ ‘Harry wouldn't touch the win- | Same of this Westridge person | nin's; he picked out his fifty thou- » tea feos) nobody 11 of | tang and put me out of the room.’ | i “I limped on, talking to my feet. could not forbear a comment. | wand it saved me two ways, for Ele seems to have helped you IM /tne thing 1 was agoin’ to do would epentng. ‘ peavity | DAYS Fuined me.’ : ww Gteative turned MY} =My voice got down pretty near| in a whisper. | “"l never saw Harry after that,’ T says, “until last night” | “She stopped quick, an’ I went on & step or two, | “"My father? she said. | looking up, I @an't the query) wives’ 1 says, not ‘Harry, just as he looked that morn- | replied. “that was my! ing in Louisville—only he was You listen. I'm comin’ | oubled.’ it. looked out for a chance to get! “Then I turned on her like I we by herself an’ j makin’ a clean breast of it. I had heat the tears startin’ and the right | he | CbOKe-up, an’ It wasn't all Jury dope. | path 1 didn't want that heavenly angel Crommeti's | £0uled over by little Westridge It) balled the heart out of me. be “"Now, Misate,’ I sald, ‘you've got to help me even this thing up I don't know nothin’ about your af- fairs—I don't want to know. But you've got to take that same bunch of money and chance It on some- thing.’ “She shook her head, and I had « bad hour. All along that sea-path, with the fog dodging tn and out, I kept right at her; I never lost a step. I was old and rich; money was nothin’ to me. “But what should I do with the money? she said, finally, in @ sort of queer hesitation. “TU tell you that tonight,” I answered.” The huge creature seemed to relax, as tho there had been a vital tension in the mere memory of the thing. “That cleared up my end of it,” he continued, “and after dinner when it was getting a little dark, 1 limped over to the chureb. I had the last copy of the Financial Reg- ister In my hand. I stopped in the door, The church was closed and it was dark, but I didn't need any light for the business I come on. “Governor,” I says, “the rest of | this job's up to you. I'm agoin’ to open this magazine here tn the dark and the first thing that's advertised | at the top of the page on the right- yeing Dyes | band side is the thing I'm agoin’ to if you have never dyed before. | tell her to put the cotn on— Ready.’ | whether the |I says, ‘go to it!" and I folded back | you wish to dye is wool or| the page and went over to thé hotel.” | ft is Hnen, cotton. Again he paused. A Diamond Dyes “I got a jolt when I saw the page hy It was some sort of Canadian gold- mine, so fishy that the letters had) scales on ‘em. But I says to my- self, “That's the Governor's busi- | ness,’ an’ T cut it out, put It into an \envelope with the draft, and left it at the desk for her.” He paused. “The next morning I slid out. Fight ‘months later the plague struck me, I crippled into England, “But what should | do with the money?” she said. asked her to hide me while I died, land she put me here.” “And the gold stock,” T maid. suppose it turned her out a for- | tune?” | The energy came back for an in- | stant into hin voice. “It wan so rotten,” he replied, “that the governor-general of Cana- da summoned all the victims to meet *\ with him for a conference In Mon Beorything foiled ont) At this moment I caught the He now absotetely owret, | wound of a motor entering the gates it yourself. 8. ase sold at | At some distance thru the park. The “ in two sizes, The larger | hiige paralytic also heard it, and his fa the economical. — attention wan no longer toward me Tt wan on the great coach-colored Nmousine drawing up at the end of the avenue of ancient beech-trees. S mtn fet | | Nancy, OUR BOARDING HOUSE 1 WENT EASY on “TH! CALORIES “TODAY GO “HE BIG AcT “TOMORROW ! 1} FED Him ANO EVERY THING THE MAGIC WA BOV + Heres VeH , Asi Tu be “TH! MAIN “TARGET For Yj TH' FIRST“ HARPOON MY “TEETH “TOMoRROWs|~) A DRUMSTICK “His “TIME = LAGT Year I WENT THROUGH ' MY PLATE WILL BE ry! Pai poe on ABLE oer ABOUT] \ Yo wered pee SIX ENCORES on ar. hy ; “THIS “TURN - OH ,DADDY Come AND SEE THE CooP | FixED UP FOR OUR TURKEY! THE SEATTLE STAR “This is certainly a wonderful help,” she remarked Nancy and Nick knocked at Mrs. |help,” she remarked, for scarcely did Squirrels front door. ‘Wackaday on ust" exclaimed that | lady when she saw them. “I'm that | stant, glad to see you! My! My! It seema) like old times. me the news.” | “We can’t stay very long,” said | table Nancy, “We brought you a pack. | she touch a dish when it would be washed and dried and over in its place in the little cupboard in an in- So Mrs. Squirrel made acorn soup Do come in and tell and chestnut croquettes and birch- bark buns and set them on the She was hanging up a atirring age ffom the Green Wizard.” | spoon when she knocked the magical Mrs. Squirrel gave a shriek of de | mop off its hook, quite by accident light. “A package! Then he must have received my letter, I asked him for a magical dish-mop as I get #0 tired of doing dishes.” “That's just wha handing “The Green Wizard | the package. the soup tureen, then It over to the croquette platter and |lastly to the bun plate. I it ta,” smiled |the food disappeared, maving the squirrel lady | dishes clean. “Scamper,” said she when her son It flew across the room and touched bounded antly the said to tell you that he hoped you | came in, “I want you to do an er- would get @ rest now and have more | rand. time for yourself.” When the Twins had gone, Go over to the Green Wis lard’s house in the pine tree and take Mrs. |this package and tell him I've de- Squirrel went back to her kitchen |cided that honest work is better and began to use the magical mop |than all the magic in the world.” on her breakfast dishes. | “This is certainly @ wonderful I looked with him, A girl helped out by footmen stepped down into the avenue, car- peted now with the yellow Autumn neck leaves. Even at the distance it wax impossible to mistake her; her charm, her beauty, were the wonder of England, And on the instant, as fn « flash of the eye, I recalled the pointed picture hanging In a great house in Berkeley Square, the ple ture from which this creature's mu- tHilated photograph had been taken, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) ancient chair, with no ornament but a bit of jade on a cord about her “It's the young Ducheas of Hur- lingham,” T wala. The big creature beside struggling to rise, his voice in excited Nutter. ‘Bure, in’t throw me down went up to that conference in Mon- steal, He had the spot the picture of a young girl, in an' ster as over was born. me was an he anid, “God Almighty When she ng Hurlingham on fine, straight, clean young- It was love SEE Wim IN THERE, DADDY? AIN'T HE GOT ANKE MADE IT FoR Him! BY AHERN Like V'aor A FiRGT MORT@AGE ON 'KT TURK 1,TO TOUNG ml CHET” TIBBETS--— Me pror Doc PILLSBUR ( MARSHAL OTEY WALKER ToDAY FOUND THE EMPTY ICE CREAM CAN THAT MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED FROM THE LODGE SUPPER THE OTHER NIGHT. ills: LL Home ? COLORS! PRETTIEST BIROI Ever SAW! Page 546 “WHEW.-EE-EE!” “Well,” daddy enid, “the cap-; mighty tollable quick. Ise gwine tain stood there, Just waiting for) go whar they ain't no kind of any the worst, when out of the dark. | sort of excitement goin’ on what- ness there came a long, low | somever! whistle-—""Whow.ee-ee-ce? and the “And be left. little flame began to Jump about “What had really happened in a funny way, Then—"Ugh-ugh | might have proved a tragedy in- ugh-u! Say, Is you de debi! or ts| stead of a funny story, because you ain't? I ain't heah no wailin’, | the captain sajd he wouldn't have no gnashin’ o' teeth, but dere sho| moved an inch tf the fellow had been hell fire and destruction| aimed the gun at him. Didn't ‘round heah! know {t was loaded, you see. “What's the matter down| “So the pint and the there?’ called the captain double charges of powder had “What's de mattah? What's! knocked a big hole in the ceiling, de mattah? Das what I wanna| the paper wadding in the gun had know—what's de mattah. Any ole! caught fire and fallen back into gun gwine off like dat, kick a pore | the can of gunpowder the captain niggnh all over de place! Throw} had left on the floor, that made him up! Bank him down all oveh | the second explosion, dat floor, uh, uh, I done got all} “And the darkey had made the de excitement I wants for One| streak of flame as he ran fran- night.’ tieally about the place, trying to “Il jus kinda touch off dat ole; get away from his burning coat- gun, same as anybody swine! tails, touch off a gun, and next beige “Some day,” daddy concluded, knows I'se up to the ceilin’, and] « i dawn tds Goorl aay dont tala client Eo pau heed amin’; it's a rainin’ plaster and brick-bats, uhauh! I don’ want no| left a lonely waif when he was a wee lad, and he’s been almost all more excitement dis night. Bffen you jes kindly excuse me, I'se| over the world. He's a mighty in- teresting man.” gwine get right out o' here, L Reliliehlelliessse oe) of shot her at sight; an’ now”--he made a great gesture as tho to include some- thing without a visible limit--"she's got all these places in England, an’ all that Standard Oll money that be- longed to his mother's people.” The girl, radiant as a vision, was udvancing on the carpet of golden beech-leaves, and 1 hastened to put bassy in Washington the night be- fore you went to Bar Harbor? They had Lord Dovedale’s name on them, and they could not be negotiated.” The whole sagging body of the un steady creature strained toward the advancing vision as toward an fdol, His volce reached me, stuttering as with fatigue. dying. “What did you do with the regis-| A startling story of mystery and tered bonds that you got when you horror, “The Thing on the Hearth,” cracked the vault of the British em-' will begin in ow next issue, THE OLD) HOME TOWN | iL LOOK AT THE eeauirus iY FEATHERS HE HAS.Tom! ALL THE DIFFERENT a final query, the thing I had come} “That's the stuff 1 put up with | here to find out, I had given bp the | Westridge for the loan—go and tak« idea of an arrest, The man was) it away from b PAGE 9 ~ BY STANLEY =o Do Your puT ; FIND THE You say 4 YOu LOOKING FOR IN THERE ? | WANT To FIND SOMETHING TO FEEO THE TURKEY!) WHAT DO SUPPOSE ¥ HE'D LIKE? ~— — FINISHES “= +=SMOKING— Steamed Cranberry Pudding By Bertha E. Shapleigh Of Columbia University 2eggs 1 cup cranberries % cup milk 2 teaspoons baking powder % teaspoon salt Work butter and sugar until creamy; add yolks of eggs, well beaten, ‘ix flour, baking powder and salt; add to butter, sugar, and egg yolks, ‘iternately with the milk, Beat whites of eggs until stiff and fold into the batter; add cranberries, turn ino a well-greased mold and steam two hours, Serve with plain cream or hard sauce. If atedmed in cups {ft will take an hour to cook, | | \% cup butter % cup sugar | 2% cups flour