The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 17, 1923, Page 11

SATURDAY, MARCH 17, 1923, The Winds of Death BY E, PHILLI Copyright, 1922, by Arrst. N. B BEGIN HERE TODAY Vendetta beging between MICHARL SAYERS noted criminal, ona SIR NORMAN GRBYES, once of Boot when Mayers’ beautiful ee him from Sir Nerman by dead an officer sent decom eBay tee. Im many exploits Michael escapes arrest by taking des Mtving at his bableve le working at eres san. NOW GO ON WITH STORY Norman Continues “Personally,” was the confident re ply, “I don’t think there is the slightest doubt but that he is the man who has passed at different times as Thomas Pugsley, James Stanfield and originally Michael Sayers. He has vanished from the face of the earth, so far a» New York police have ascertained; but | they obtained possession of an un-| completed letter which he must have deen typing at the time of the raid. The first page he probably destroyed or took with him. The second page refers to you. Here is a copy.” Rimmington withdrew from his pocketbook @ half.sheet of paper and Passed it to me, I read it slowly,| word for word: “Things here have come to their pressed with the belief that it ls be-| natural end. The last fortnight has been productive, but there ts danger im any further prosecution of our| energies, There ts only one man/| who stands in the way of my return| to London. You know well of whom I speak. I wait day by day for your news of him, and hope to hear of no more blunders. See that the woman| you know of, too, is carefully watched. She may be as loyal as| she seems, but there are moments| when I have my doubts. If N. G tan be disposed of—" “Interesting,” I remarked, “very! ‘To whom’ was the letter addressed?” “To a firm of leather brokers in Bermondsey,” Rimmington replied, PS OPPENHEIM B. Phillips Oppenheim A. Servies, Ine “and it was written on the note paper of a firm of hide brokers in New York.” “The letter ts from our friend, right enough,” I decided, ‘There have been two attempts upon my | tite within the last two days, and I | have Just sent away @ secretary who was keeping @ careful note of my doings.” We talked for an hour or more and arrived without difficulty at a | Mutual understanding. Rimmington wndertook to send a good man down from Scotland Yard to make tn quiries tn the neighborhood, and he Promised also to trace my late secre jtary’s antecedents thru the office from which she had come. In the meantime he besged me to return to London with him. The sugge no Was not at first altogether attractive to me. “I don't Uke being driven away from my own home,” I grumbled, “Besides, there will be nothing for me to do in London at this time of the year.” Greyes," he sald earnestly, “ts ten to me: You can play golf around London, and get on with your book You ake far safer there than would be in an unprotected neigh borhood 1} this. But apart from that altogether, we want you up there, This wave of crime in New York had ceased. Paria, too, is quicter, ‘The chief ls profoundly im. you cause operations ferred to London.” “When do you want me to come?" I asked, “Back with me tonight," he an swered promptly.” I had told Rimmington of all the material things which had happened are being trans. | to me down at Greyes Manor, but I had not spoken of that curious sense of impending evil which had clouded my days, and the prescience of which had been so remarkably vert fied. We were scarcely crossing the first stretch of Exmoor, however, when the memory-of it came back to me, and with the memory an ADVENTURES OF ate, fm ‘ ‘ h) ‘ N ® “Greetings, young friends,” said the fish The next person the Twins met in Sugar-Plum Land, on their way to the CutOut Lady’s house, waa a pink gelatin fish which wobbied no ‘wobblingly, as he walked on his tail, that he had to lean his whole weight on a candy cane. “Greetings, young friends,” said the fish. “Whither goest thou—thee —thees—whatever one says when there are two of you. In plain Angle- fish, which ts English in fish lan- guage, where are you going?” “We're going to ask the Cut-Out Lady to vew the Gingerbread Man's button on straight,” said Nancy. “Very good,” said the pink géla- tin Angle-fish. “Excuse me, but if we're going to have a conversation, I think I shall Ne down. It's much easier than standing and that’s the way I was molded. I'm all flat on one side anyway and it's embarrass- ing to try to keep that side of me away from company.’ “Oh, you shouldn't mind,” said r } fish. ‘ar. Stor Irooke” Nancy kindly. o, I suppose not,” replied the tve been told that most peo- ple have @ side they wish to hide from the world anyway, but. I'm sensitive about ft. I'm so kensitive I tremble at a look. By the way, in the land you came from what is the latest fashion In platters? Are they still using gold edges or all-overs?” “AlLover what?" asked Nick. “Fish, when they are occupted,” Teplied the pink gelatin fish. “Pat- terns when they are empty. Flowers and Jeaves and trees and birds ‘n’ things! “We don’t know?" eaid Nancy and Nick together, “But we'll look in the china-closet and find out when we go home, “Dot said the fish. “But I'l! have to be going, Please help me up.” Nick stood him om his tall, Nancy gave him his candy-cdne and he ‘wobbked wobblingly away. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1923; by Seattle Star) Shattle a THe MOUSICOLUIED nunsn AND TWO CANYON Maun z Page 939 For reasons which will appear later in the course of this story, no real names are to be used, 6x- cept the names of the two horses which were respectively referred to by the pioneer who told the story as “My Horse” and ‘Two Canyon Maid.” It anybody remembers the horses he will know the story and the names, but daddy ts not per- mitted to tell. “Wouldn't care for a horse race story, would you? Horse racing was about the most fun we had, f guess, in our part of the territory. “My father’s claim was on Dry creek, over mear Walla Walla; I didn't come to the Sound till I wan nearly 30, but that's over 40 yearn ago. “1'a gone awny from home and started on a place of my own at the time this race I'm going to tell you about took place. Had a wplendid start, too, fine herd of cattle, fair buildings, good fences ‘and some mighty good horses, “1 wasn't going ih for fancy stock and fast horses, but this mouwe-colored horne was just one of those natural runners that nothing could stop, Only thing wax he wax stubborn, Awfully hard to control. “saverybody at that time who cared anything about horwes kuww Two Canyon Maid. She was prob- ably the finest race horse in the territory, built Just right, sensi. tive as a woman, wonderfully trained, a regular winner of a mare, and her owner was about the surest thing you ever saw. “He was a great friend of mine, and as luck would haye it we'd both picked on the same girl to fall in love with, “Well, 1 grew more and more proud of my mouse-colored horse. He certainly did show nigns of leaving the rest o’ the world be- hind. ee “Beveral times I raced him againnt my own horses, just. for fun, Then I tried him out with some other horses that didn't be. long to me, and every time he won without a bit o' trouble, “Along in the early spring, 1 heard that Ed (we'll cal) him Ed) was staging a big race over at ————. I went, And if evor there wan @ pretty, high-stepping racer born that Two Canyon Maid was it, “People were crazy over hor, and Bd would take absolutely any bet that was offered “But the more 1 watched her, the more I thought my horse had # chance, with a little more train ing, to beat her (To Be Contin EE meee snneeetema? overpowering return of the feeling iteelf. 1 filled @ pipe, stretched my. | pelt in a corner of the car, and set myself to fight this grim ogre of fear | It was no easy matter, however | All through the night I was haunted | with fancies, The the moors seemed 1 men, the whistie from a distant rail way station a warning of impending danger, In @ village before] we arrived at Taunton, a man stood] in the open doorway of his houne,| looking out the Ife soanned us as we passed, and turned away, Through the uncurtal | window of his sitting room I saw a saw @ telephone on his table. At Wiveliscombe a man with a motorcycle stood silent as we pansed He leaned forward as though to see the number of our car, In ten min | utes he raced past us, his powerful e-bushes on| amail at 0 with its unsilenced Across Salisbury plaln, hear Stonehenge, a cru was blowing. W flask which I had brought, and} wrapped ourselves up @ little closer. | At some crossroads, high up in the] bleakest part, another car was wait: | ing, lights out, its appe sinister, We passed {t, however, 50 miley an hour, and the man who | was it sole occupant scarcely looked at us, | We passed through Amesbury, up the Jong rive Andover, thru Basingstoke, and mottled down Into a miles an hour along wonderful roads, The mooh was | paling now, and there were signs of right ahead of us a thin streak of silver in the clouds, slow! changing to a dull purple. Bef we reallzed it we were in outskirts of London, our pace ally reduced, but still racing @ the somber twilight. At Isleworth, Just we had pansed under the railway arch, 1 felt the brakes suddenly applied and thrust my head out of the window We had come almost to a stan: stopped by a stalwart polic who, notebook in hand, had talking to the occupant of @ touring car drawn up by the side of the road, He came up to the open win-| dow | ‘Are you gentlemen going thru to| London?" he inquired. “We are,” I told him, wo do for you The words had scarcely left my Ups when I knew that we were in a trap. I realized it Just in time to save my life. I struck with all my force at the ugly little b r volver which was thrust almost into my was A report, | sharp pain at the top of my shoul-| der, and the revolver itself slipped] from the man's crushed fingers, explosions. | as we drow] lly cold wind steady 60 “What cap | | face. here a I was within an ace of having him by the throat, but he jist eluded me. The touring was now passing us slowly, and he leaped into jt, |teaving his helmet lying in the rodd, A third man, who seemed to rise up! from underneath our car, tore along and jumped In behind, and they shot forward, traveling at @ most aston-| ishing pace. Rimmington shouted to our chauf- | tour thru the tube with the Idea of| pursuing them. We started forward) with « series of horrible bumps, and came almost immediately to a stand still, I sprang out. Both our back tires had beon stabbed thru with some sharp instrument. In the dis-/ | tance the other car had rounded the curve and with screaming siren was | racing away for London, eee Janet Takes Up the Story: It was toward the middie of Octo-| ber when I heard from my husband for the first time in many months. | For a long time my tuck had been atrocious. I lost the greater part of the money paid me for the recovery | of Mra. Tramperton-Smith’s dia} monds by an investment In a small millinery business which I die | covered, too late, to be already mori bund. I had low the same madde looks had suffe: car ng reason. My) d thru privation, Helen of Troy herself, I could] scarcely have evoked more proposals | of the sort which must bring to an end ordinary relations between em- ployer and employe. My good reso-| lutions began to weaken. I had al-| most made up my mind to appeal| for help in quarters which would necessarily have meant the end of |my more or leas honest life, when one morning @ young man who looked like a bank clerk was ushered | shamolesaly by my landlady into my| bedaitting room. I was folding up| ® coat which I was going to take! to the pawnbroker. I was not in a| very pleasant frame of mind, and I was furious with my landlady. “What do you want?” I asked coldly, “This is not a room in which I can tecelve visitors.” “My visit is one of business, madam,” he answered. “Are you! Mrs, Janet Stanfield? “Il am generally known by name,” I replied. He opened his pocketbook and counted out £200 in bank notes upon} the table. I watched him spellbound. | “With the compliments of the) bank manager,” he said as he took) up his hat and turned away. | “Who sent the notes?" I called out after him, “What bank is it from? “The bank of faith, hope and charity,” he answered with a smile. “Good morning.” He was gone before I could get out #0 much as another word. I took up the notes greedily, I had done my best to live without my husband's help ever since certain news as to his doings in America had reached me. ‘or some reason which I did not myself altogether understand, I had, 1 thought, out myself off from any association with him and his friends. Yet in my present straits my attempt at Indo- pendence scemed hopeless. ‘Tho monsy wan a necessity to me, I paid my Iandiady, and mado her 4 present of my dilapidated ward robe. I posmessed the art of know. ing how and where to buy thing and before lunch timo that day I was installed in a emall flat In Alba« marle st, wearing clothes which were in keeping with my surround: Inga and with an ‘evening dress and! cloak in reserve. My neck and) throat and fingers were bare, for I had seen nothing of my jewelry! wince out jlomened adventure In Paria. (Continued in Monday's Taso) that] DR. EDWIN J. BROWN'S DENTAL OFFICES 106 Columbia St Seattle's Leading Dentiat for More Than 21 Xoars \ | Women }airl, | How can she repel him? | know the softness of that blue gaze? TH EA Cynthia Grey: Who Have E Advise “Perplexed” On Who Came Unexpectedly Upon Her Fiance and | Their Mutual Girl Friend, in One Another’s Arms. BY CYNTHIA GREY What would you do if you were engaged to the only young man and supremely happy in and then—you unexpectedly came upon him and your mutual | girl friend, 17 years old, locked in one another's arma? That is the situation “Pe She stole quietly away and her fiance doeen’t know of her discovery, and he urges that they be married at once. What engine making the night hideous| Should she do? Tell him and ask for an explanation? tter, which appeared in these columns Tuesday, she “I cannot stand this doubt any more. He is the same drank from «| ™é, but, oh, I am troubled! He is not a man to do a thing In her le wrote; like that lightly.” Following are two letters of advice to her: I read your lett «| mother of two children and married to the one man in the} at} World, The incident you spoke of reminded m PAYS AZO, Shortly after my husband ask on an errand for my father to the house of the minister of As the church was being redecorated ht I would look in and see how they were getting along and surprise my fiance, who was helping the men at work. Dear “Perplexed” pened to myself many our small town church, I thoug! It was my surprise whe: nl the pulpit with t @ minister's face was a look that 1 interpretec surprised for words I turned and w At last I could stand to me tend everything was the same, and asked him which of us he He said, “Oh, Lord, to think you were that near and I didn't know it. I would have given’ anything to have some one around. A big piece of aster fell and struck her on the head, knocking her unconscious and 1 was seared ailly So you ske, my dear “Perplexed,” what I thought a look of utter devo. on, was downright fright T am sure you will find that it payx to be frank. Good luck LEILA Dear Miss Grey: of advice for Here is one bit the unhappy engaged “Perplexed.” I am a woman 16 her senior and strangely enough, the very same thing years eager in turn bi after first tective. nt. I told my parents, they off our engagement employing a Then my fiance left for parts unknown. After a few yearn he came back again to win again by still lasting love, We were engaged | gin and married. But the day after our wedding. entered the drawing room unexpect edly to see my day-old husband of 30 years of age, cuddling and kissing one of my bridesmaids. It was 16 years ago, and since that day I hi never trusted him one minute, -« I have faithfully loved lim and, do Who wants a %-month-old puppy for nothing? Only require- ment is that it find a good home. In fact, there are two of them looking for masters—they are water spaniel and poodle. If you want then call Kenwood 4049.13. URSULA TINENT ndured Similar Experiences hap-| pened to me during the time of my} TTLE STAR e, Happily Engaged Girl, his seemingly wonderful love, rplexed” finds herself facing. in The Star. lama e of what hap-| d me to marry him I went saw him standing in front of daughter in his arms, On his i as utter devotion, Too ent quietly away, | y love no longer and pre-| I told him what I had seen loved the best. et Mm, Mins Grey with receive callors in her office Monday, Wednesday and Friday, from 1 to 2 p. m, and on Tuesday and Thursday from 11 a m. to 12 m. each week. Please do uot come at as it seriously inter- After a year of courtship by long distance telephone, Elste Bergson (above), Marshall (Tex.) girt, and Archie Mar- shak (below), Chicago busi- feres with her writing, | to thin day; but ob, the burning pain of my unhappiness ts unspeakable. If you marry your fiance, after what | you have witnessed, you will suffer | the rest of your life, Break’ away it will hurt for awhile, but you wilt Never regret it. I know how you feel and am very sorry for you. neas man, have wed. Madame wouldn't have hinted that Bhe other me. I would turn the girls’ heads by my grand way of liv- ing. I would get them into bad ways, and she wanted to keep her house re table. I gathered in- directly that, after trying both meth. ods, madame found respectability EXPERIENCE! D. What causes the rine | According to Bir J. CO, Bose inatt-| tute, Calcutta, the ascent of tap ts a process of psychotoyical actwity de-| pendent on the pulsation of living | celle, inasmuch oa it ts arrested by | the action of poison, either in entire plants or im cut shoots. The active pulsating cells are not confined to| the root, but are continued thruout | m. The cellular pulsations | consiat of alternate contrac expansions. The directions of pro pulsion ls determined by the Phrase | differences of the adjacent cella, The | velocity increases with the wave |length of the propagated impulse, and enhancement of velocity Us asso- | chated with corresponding inorease in | the wave length. The enhanoed rate | of ascent ts alec attended by the in- | crease of amplitude and frequency of ‘cellular pulsations. sap in trees to | the « ona and A Novel by W. L. George. Copyright, 1971, by (Continued From Yesterday) “How? I couldn't help asking he said: “I've changed my mind lately and my shabby clothes were unbe-|-rhere are other things than bricks| Lost, like me, I suppose. coming enough; but if T had been) and mortar, and one can't always) can find my way in this bai He threw mo a quick giance, looked away, and, again hest- tating, added: “Ships that pass in the night, you know. It's very nico while the lights shine, Ono remem- bers It. It's better than nothing.” I did not reply, and we went back rather silent. I didn't want to un- derstand him entirely. 1 was afraid of understanding him, because I didn't know what I'd do if I suo- ceeded. It was inooncelvable that a man should matter to me after four days, And I belonged to Julian; in spite of all hin baseness I was Jull- an’s. I loved Jullan, I must love Julian, get at them. CHAPTER IV Ways to Freedom I Notley on the Friday see mynelf again, alone in the railway carriage that crawls toward Dover, We aro silent, both of us, he behind the Daily Mall, I behind the Datly Mirror, We look very nice, so established. But that ts not why we both en- gross Ourselves, why we are together and apart. We are preserving the decencies of an indecent situation, We do not love each other any more. We have been like that for a long time, but we didn't know It; now we do, ‘But we go along together be- cause, well, there It 1s, one can't fly apart lke that, even when the bond has gone, Woe are liké the water and the glass which the Japanese acrobat whirls in the alr without spilling a drop. We are apart as that water and that glass, but the swing keeps us together, When the force that caught us up ceases to whirl us round at once that glass will be empty. Aw T turn over the pages, I come acrowm the picture of a dancer with an upright wig. Suddenly I put the paper down look at Jullan, who does not notice me, and turn away. Sho ts rather like “Dick,” that dancing girl, ‘They're all alike, that sort, turned out of a mold, of the same stock, by Destre out of Cuptidity, I see again what I saw last night. I have lomt my way on the first floor along those many corridors, Once before, I have floundered into Lord Alfred's room and found him asleep on his bed, clad only in shirt and trousers, pink as a baby. ‘This time, as I turn a corner and hosltato, I see a man with gold- en hair stand at an open door, He sooms to plead, 1 heard « laugh, a pretty laugh, a whisper, “No, you mustn't.” Gtill he seems to plead. Do I not We loft morning. I with Julian Yet she does, But as sho repels she invites, The red-crowned head peers from the doorway, and before #he closes the door lightly Kiswos the lips that mutoly appeal Harper & Brothers. |Iiked 1 paid better! It took my mi market. still me some time to make up 1 to go Into the real labor I was still myself. 1 could tmagine myself a manicurist with the assistance of madame, but 1 n't easily find a post without assivtance. All January passed like that, and {t was not until February that I made further efforts. I think that was due to Julian's attitude, Not & word had been raid about “Dick but he was sensitive enough to know that there was something wrong and to connect ft with our stay at Notley His conscience pointed to “Dick.” We did not discuss “Dick,” and indeed lived our ordinary lives, dining out and meeting the same people, talking of business and of new clients. I be- haved exactly like a wife, and did not oven repel his caresses. But they grew lens and less frequent, and It is evidence of my new detachment that 1 did not much care. I supposed that he was running “Dick” somewhere, but I couldn't be bothered. Now and then T wondered why he stuck to me. coul |I have never quite sorted that out, but I belleve there was a double rea- ton, One was that he liked me, all right, and that he wanted a woman to live in his flat. 1 did very well; probably he wasn't sure that “Dick” or another would do as well. He way of speaking, dressing, | behaving with his friends, His ward- He saw me three or four seconds after he had pasned “Dick's door, | post after post forlthat After a moment's hesitation |#0 did not know whether I had seen | him or not. Little Bear! He was jaunty. “Hullo, What you doing here? 1 never | “Yes,” 1 reply, “I was lost. Where's jor room?" | 1 | When T got him, when I naw about | me the familiar things, once friends, now acquaintances rejoicing over my | troubles, I decided to leave Julian. It | in significant of the depth of my reso- jlution that’ this time there was no | theatrical row, no announcement of | my Intentions, I didn’t pack, 1 didn’t |make fantastic plans. I merely do- cided that as soon as I was ready I would go. I was perfectly nice to Julian, went out to dinner with him, | talked amiably to Arf a Mo’, and, |when wo came back, did not refune Julian the good-night kiss, Why [should 17 It didn’t matter to me | much whether he kissed me or not |I didn't hate him; to hate him 1 |should have had to love him. still | Also, I slept very well. Why not? I did not worry over him. Next morning I made my plans On paper, One thinks, best on paper. |I was going to cut clear from ali this, give up the tinsel life, I had no illustons about the life of the working girl; I mean, I didn't invest it with any dignity, for I knew that being a working girl means Cooking saurages on ono's fire, But, anyhow, one wasn't deceived, one wasn't ri- diculous before one's acquaintances, The first thing to do was to get clear. I’ wasn't going to leave any ends sticking out, I would keep my clothes, for they had been given to me, and didn’t suppose that Julian would dress his new girl in my old clothes, No! I must bo just; he hadn't done that to me, But I'd not take his money, and I'd not even be beholden to Lord Alfred. He was the best of men, but I owed him 22 pounds. ‘That must be pald back. Naturally my first desire was to get employment, and I was one of the fortunate people who could choose between two jobs; manicure or shorthand typing, 1 chose maui~ cure, Not becauso It was better paid, for I never made more than two or three pounds in a week, but one got extras that a shorthand typ- |ist could not hope for—freo dinners, fred pleasures, and a sort of excite~ ment, Which shows that Ursula) Quin was not the same woman as Ursula Trent, She'd hardened. Sho was fitter for the world; she was Inclined to take what she could get, and to abate a little of hor dignity | in so doing, She was no longer @ diamond, but sho had acquired some | of its hardness, | 1 had no luck, 1 first went to the | manicure shop where I had had my | nails done for 15 months, where | madame was always all over me, pumping mo to get hold of Julian's Jdeas for a frock, of wondering whether 1 had any theater tekets to spare, 1 who got so many frony| my amusing friends, robe and I did very well and he kept us The second reason was probably that he had experience of my rages, and that he was afraid to turn) me out, He didn’t know how to do It. T went to well over a dozen mani- THE SECRET of making good cocoa is in Baker’s Cocoa For its quality is good The purit), palatability and nutrient characteristics of high grade cocoa beans are retained in Baker's Cocoa owing to the perfection of the proc esses and machinery peculiar to our” methods. MADE ONLY BY WALTER BAKER & CO. LTD. Established 1780 DORCHESTER, MASS, Booklet of Choice Recipes sent free cure shops, but I didn't get taken on. There was a crisis in the manicure world just then, because the demobed officers had spent thelr gratuitics 80 It accorded well enough with my temperament that at last I in and went to Batterthwaite to ask | if he could find me a job of some sort. We ladies, we're so damned noft. He seemed very surprised. thinking of you all the time “But what do you want a job for?" (Continued Monday) he asked. | “Well, I haven't much to do. Jult- N ARK’ SCOP an’s out all day and I've got no chil- Cane a ‘Sprh dren. " ghee , et “No,” said Satterthwatte, Daan pena tg claneees ae oe pathetically, “It must have been @/ 7 ginday school at 9:45 mi idl great grief to you, Little Bear, to} : morning nermon at 11:00, lose your little one.” He mourned s for a while; the dear old man, like all of his race, adored children. He began by discussing whether I'd do for the film, but he feared my | features would be too small. | Then, with a gulp, “Mra. Quin, . 1 mean, Little Bear—do you ever think about getting married?” “Of course I do. Every girl does, T suppose.” “Ah! but you took the wrong turn- ing. No! J don’t’mean that. Any- how, what is bygones Is bygones. Do you feel like it, supposfhg Mr/ Right |services, 545; lecture came along?" o'clock. “SALAD THA Pure - Fragrant - Econom “A Delicious Tea, Scientifically Preserved” BLACK (Orage Pekoo Blend) MIXED or G! — JUST TRY IT — R. & H C..COOK, EAST 3383, ELL. 0350, DISTR I grew embarrassed and tried get up, but he detained mea, “Look here, Little Bear," he said)” “why don't you marry me? 1 was Just going to snub him when, w | sudden softness, he added: “T in love with you that day, more than’ @ year ago, when Quin brought yous |up to see me here. And I've een |service at 7:0, TRINITY PARISH Ql |Highth and James at, Rev. |H. 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