The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 2, 1922, Page 9

THE THING ON ! More Teter A power of the Ortent Incredinie from the! ntelligences— | Dia some eaure the tragedy which had re world one of Ite greatest the brain of RODMAN ith his Prectour Rodman was dead. Mis strange Oriental from the tery In Ast Md & story weird and eredidia. ly M. JONQUELLE, areatest of French de. | tectiven was called to America, and | the Oriental eateed the story of whet took place on the night when the mas who could manufacture rubies and raids as cheaply as glass, met his | death Ge On With the Story | CHAPTER I ‘The Oriental was going on with a Slow, precive artioulation as tho he would thereby make @ difficult mat- ter clear, “The night had fallen ewiftly. It! was incredibly silent. There was no| gound tn the Master's room, and no Hight except the flicker of the logs smoldering in the fireplace, The thin | Une of tt appeared faintly along the} sill of the door.” | He paused. “The firepince, Excellency, ts at the end of the great room, directly | opposite this door into the hall, be-| fore which I always sat when the, Master was within. The fireplace is| of black marble with an immense, Diack marbie hearth. And the gift) which I had brought the Master) : on one side Sf the fire, on this | hearth, as though it were *) andiron.” | ‘The man turned back Into the | ‘of his story. “I knew by the vague sense of that the devocations of the | were again on the way. And I) to suffer in the spirit for the} ler’s safety. Interference, both ect and by the will, were denied But there is an anxiety of spirit, | ey, that the uncertainty of; issue makes intolerable.” ‘The man paused. “The pressure continued—and the/ It was nearly midnight. 1/ could not distinguish any act or mo-/ tion of the Master, and tn fear I crept over to the door and looked in| thru the crevice along the threshhold. | “The Master sat by his table; he) ‘Was straining forward. his hands) gripping the arms of his chatr. His, eyes and every tense Instinct of the | man were céncentrated on the fire- | place. The red light of the embers) ‘was tn the room. I could se him, clearly, and the table beyond him | ths in length, tn- stood now ltke an extended gigantic fire- extension put breathi becomes easier, in Seeet otepe and you Fe *! . Pave: and on it colds are eon- Ress, croup, throat tickle, bronchial a or winter songie. 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Inc oF lle\¥. 9 THE HEARTH angle of vision along the crevice of | the dooraill was sharply out midway of this now enlarged fireplace. From the direction and lift of the Master's he Was watohing something above this line and direclly over the pedestal of the andiron. I watched, also, Gattening my face against the “And it did appear. | “A naked foot became aowly vimble, as tho someone were dencend- ing With extreme care from the eleva- tion of the andiron to the.great mar bio hearth, under this strange en- | largement, now some distance below.” | The big Oriental paused, and looked down at me, “I knew then, Mxcellency, that the Master was lost! The Creative | energies of the spirit suffer no divi- sion of worship; those of the body must be wholly denied, I had warned the Master, And in travail, Excel- lenoy, I turned over with my face to he floor. “But there ts always hope, hope over the certainties of expertence, over the certainties of knowledge, Perhaps the Master, even now, sus tained in the spirit, would put away the devocation, . . No, Excellency, T was not misied. I knew the Mas ter was beyond hope! Hut the wil! to hope moved me, and I turned back to the crevice at the dooralll Ho paused. “There was now a delicate odor, everywhere, faintly, like the blossom of the little bitter apple here tn your country, The red embers. In the fireplace gave out a steady light and in the glow of it, on the marble hearth, stood the one who had do- seended from the elevation of the andiron.” Again the man hesitated, as for an accurate method of expression. “In the Mesh, Excellency, there was color that would not appear tn | the image, The hair was yellow and the eyes were blue; and against the black marble of the fireplace the body was conspicuously white. “But inevery other aspect of her, Excellency, the wo was on the hearth in the Mesh as she ts in the cluteh of the savage male figure in the image, | “There ts no dreas or ornament, ®* you will recall, Excellency. Not even an ear-jewel or an anklet, ax tho the graver of the Image felt that the inherent beauty of his figure! could take nothing from these osten tations. “The woman's heavy, yellow hair Was wound around her head, as tn the image. She shivered a little. faintly, like a naked child tn an un acoustomed draught of alr, altho she stood on the warm, marble hearth | and within the red glow of the fire. | “The voice from the male figure of | the image, which I had brought the fron, waa beginning again to speak. The thin metallic sound seemed to splinter against the dense ailence, as it went forward In the ritual pre- scribed. “But the Master had already de- cided; he stood now on the great marble hearth with his papers crushed together. And as 1 looked on, thru the crevice under the door- afll, he put out hs free hand and with his finger touched the woman gently, The flesh under his finger yielded, and stooping over, he put the formula tnto the fire.” Like one who has come to the end of his story, the huge Ortental stopped. He remained for some mo- ments silent. Then he continued tn an even, monotonous votce: “I got up from the floor then, and purified myself with water. And after that I went into an upper chamber, opened the window to the east, and sat down to write my re- port to the brotherhood. For the thing which I had been sent to do was finished.” He put his hand somewhere into the loose folds of his Oriental gar- ment and brought out a roll of thin, vellum-like onion-skin, painted tn PAGE 9 BY STANLEY, —— THE SEATTLE STAR OUR BOARDING HOUSE =) ty EE + AUNTY, LIGTEN "To THIS LETTER WHAT * T'M WRITING ‘To GANTY CLAUS FoR “THINGS I WANT = A GUN, A SLED, A WAGON, SKATES, “Too. We At ASKING A"THING, EN2= IF HE Gor “=| “TH! BROOKLYN BRIDGE HE'D LeT That's “too *\ A Howl BECAUSE MUCH FoR ONE WE DIDN'T Ger CHEST, INDIAN GUIT, AN’ LtrLe Bov 7D | \qH' RiveR-THeT A HOW DO YoU SPELL A WAVE SANTA RUNS VADER BICYCLE 2» A MoviING CLAUS BRING wi PICTURE LANTERN, A BOAT, HiM= MY Yes: 1 UGED “1D ASK GANTA FoR <.{ EVERYTHING BUT “TH! 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DON'T LET HIM COME IN HERE UNTIL 1 GET ITUNPACHED=1 WANT TO SURPRISE HIM! TEN DOLLARS SEEMS Reavy! BIRD! LIKE A LOT OF MonEY FOR A STUFFED ONE! AND IT WILL LAST A LONG Aw, THATS ONLY A STUFFED TURKEY! L/ mj / FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS "VERETT TRUE AND THE FELLow (3 A Twos FACED, DOVBLCE*VDEALING CROOK, aNd H NOT Fit “y gle EXTURES ° oft, Tw! NS Chinese characters. It was of Im-| mense length, but on account of the | thinness of the vellum, the roll wound on a tiny cylinder of wood was not above two inches tn thick-| ness | “Exeeliency,.” he said, “T have care- | fully concealed this report thru the| misfortunes that have attended me, | Tt ts not certain that T shall be able to deliver it, Wl you give ft for me to the jewel merchant Vander- | fn Amsterdam? Fe will send) it to Mahadal In Bomba: 4 it wit go north with the carnvat I put the scroll into my pocket and He killed Rodman simply by crush- ing him tn his arma. went out, for a motor-car had come into the park, and 1 knew that Jon- quelle had arrived. I met Jonquelle and the super- intendent in the long corridor; they had been looking in at my interview thru the elevated grating “Jonquelle,” I cried, “the judge was right to cut short the criminal trial and issue @ lunacy warrant. This creature is the maddest lunatic in this whole asylum. The human mind is capable of any absurdity.” Jonquelle looked at me with queer, tronical amile. ‘ “Perhaps,” he shrugged, “there is wome explandtion in the report in your pocket, to the monastic head. It's only a theory, you know.” He amiled, showing his white,| flected voice. India are saved.’ ” “Surely,” replied Jonquelle, “He| Another M, Jonquelle story, “The | ¢, te ream. Setved even teeth, And he held the scroll out to the] 1 eried out in astonishment, brought that bronze—Romulus car-! Fortune Teller,” will begin in our pay Sntuiitaatcunt oe pn Mi turkey. Wa bh ~ We went into the superintendent's} heat of the fire. The vellum baked “An assassin! The creature was| rying off the Sabine woman—and next issue ae « that examination, no. matter how|find @ magic pencil on your desk, |} W®* his voice all shaky and} moonlight, He slept all night hard it is.’ Then, perhaps, you can! Use it and see what happens.” po agape saying, ‘Don't be| without hearing any unusual do something. A little studying; Wobbly waddied home and studied raid, Tetty, Don't be afraid.) noives, and in the morning—what Dyyton THE MAGIC PENCIL | * Page ov SO DAVID WENT ON “Was the water sure ‘nough deep, Davie?” Peggy asked, “and wasn't Tetty a bit afraid to play horse back right out in the river lke that? “Sure, it was deep,” David an swered, “deep as anything. She sald tt ‘bank-full.’ ‘They weren't afraid of anything, hard. ly, unless maybe cougars or some- thing, She didn’t say, “Well, anyway, she got up all Peasy said. “I asked her,” David answered, “and she laughed and said, ‘Oh, that’s the part I've forgotten! Peay bounced up and down on the springs of the davenport, quite as if she thought she, too, were riding the prow of a canoe, and said, “All right, Davie, and go on ‘bout Mr. Rudene.' “He told me a lot,” David said. “When I grow up maybe I'm go- L-PRSESUMGS Wov HAVE TOLD CTHER: THIS SAMS THING, Him ASouT I(T $ was ann, Wobbly waddled home and studied and studied fe and 1 “Oh, I’ never pass my examina: | called up the place the Green Wizard |p “*fe and sound, and she said it/ ing to write a history about tion in spelling,” said Wobbly | lived. |] was more fun, she can remember | Skae(t county, It's awfully inter. Woodchuck to himself one afternoon! The Green Wizard was at home yet how splashy and jiggly it} esting. Maybe there Is one. One and listened to every word Wobbly said “Why, yes, I can help you,” he answered kindly, when he heard the | on his way home from school Ho not only said it to himself, but he said it to Markie Muskrat, and to| Ben Bunny, Jr., and to Cobbie Coon, felt, and her brother was stronger | than she, and the more she liked it the harder he bounced her, and | thing he told me was about the steamer, Fannie Lake. She used to go up there and load up with (TS Your DUTY To Xu. HIM FiRST— and to Orrie Owl, and to Marty |trouble the groundhog boy was in. | joo ae having ey perfectly | the grain the farmers grew on the HE M4Y NOT Mink, and to everybody. When he|"But you'll have to show me you || “Pléndid time of tt when all at/ land they dyked in, KNow (TU are willing to work first. Go home|} Once he gave her a huge big “One night when Mr, Rudene oe got home he said it to his mother Well.” suid Mra Woodehuck, “if |and wet your speller and study ail |{ ounce, and ker-aplash! ahe went | went to bed he could see the u a0 eg bt off into the river Fannie Lake lying at anchor, , 0 von't. Why | eve d get somebody to ask |p "8 ying * you say you won't, you won’ ny jevening and get somebody “The next thing she remembers | proud as could be, there in the don't you say, "I'm going to pass | you the words, In the morning you'll | I've got you, You're all right.’ | And he was pulling her, all cold| and dripping, into the canoe and then helping her ashore." “Wonder what her mother sald | when she came in all wet, and told her what an awfully danger: do you think? There was the wreck of that ship burning! “Somehow she had caught fire in the night and she burned so fast that some of the crew told him the engineer had to jump and studied and studied, Sure enough there was a new pen- cll on his desk next morning. And he made a hundred in hin ex- amination without any trouble at all, much to hia delight, might help.” But all the good advice in the world was of no use, Wobbly was sure he couldn't pass and there was no use in trying. “1 wish T had a@ little magic,” he Hy A thru a window straight tnto the kept saying over and over, “A it-| On his way home a voice called i ner, ; t the magic would help a lot. I've aldown from the treetops. “You did ous thing she'd been playing,” | slough to save his life! notion to telephone to the Green|that yourwlf, my son! There was ‘aidan Wizard who lives in the treetops, I|/no magic in that pencil at all, There : ——e De yee Aria: BO lend me a|is no sage ie ats cae effort” | sind Ste Mose” Midenaie| alias ehh Gaasactani We woe Gk ae as simply by crushing him in his| his plain and to save his life, I knew CRANBERRIES So off he bein to 8 telephone. and} (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) arms!” the bronze as soon as I got my eye Jonquelle’s draw! lengthened. on it—old Franz Josef gave ft as a “It's Lal Gupta,” he said, “the! present to Mahadal in Bombay for | cleverest Oriental in the whole of| matching up some rubies,” | Asia, ‘The jewel-traders sent him to| 1 swore bitterly, wateh Rodman, and to kill him if he| “And we took him for a lunatic!” was ever able to get his formulae} “Ah, yes!" replied Jonqgelle. “What | | worked out, They must have paid} was it you said as T ecame in? “The him an incredible sum," |human mind 1s capable of any ab- “And that is why the creature at. | surdity!'" treasures of| tached himself to Rodman!" J said. By Bertha E. Shapleigh of Columbia University 1 quart cranberries (2 pounds) 1 pint sugar room, and sat down by a smoldering | slowly, and as It baked, the black fire of coals in the grate, I handed! Chinese characters faded out and Jonquelle the roll of vellum. It was| faint blue ones began to appear. in one of the Shan dialects. He read| Jonquelle read the secret message it aloud, With the addition of cer-|in his emotionless draw! tain formal expressions, It contained| "The Amertean I destroyed, and precisely the Oriental's testimony be-| his accursed work is destroyed with fore the court and no more him, Send the news to Bangkok and “Ab!” he waid in Ms curtously in-| west to Burma. The 1 cup water Pick over and wash cranberries; place in an enamel or pot kettle with sugar and water, Cover and cook 15 minutes Turn molds or mold and let cool Cranberries cooked in this way may be eaten without straining, sking being very tender, This mixture always Jellies, For frozen cranberries strain the mixture, pour into freeser |