The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 22, 1923, Page 13

Box es of Gold BY Copyright, 1922, by Artest. N.B BEGIN HERE TODAY Vendetta beet von MICHAEL noted ortminal, ad NORMAN GRETES, once of Scot Deautiful rman by bh Dand’s absence from thetr hot NOW GO ON WITH STORY. MICHAEL CONTINUES Metzger bent toward her. I moved Noiselessly, but I think he would not have heard me {if I had worn hob. nailed boots. The rest was easy, for it was a trick I knew well, He col- lapsed with scarcely a gasp. I tight- ened the cord a little and the deed was done. S86 GREYES TAKES UP THE STORY Tt was rely by accident t had dined that night in the g¢rill- Toom of the Milan hotel with Rim mington. He had asked mo for an interview that afterncon over the telephone, and being disengaged, I had suggested a iitle dinner at my ¢lub. We had arrived there to find the place packed and the best tables full. Sooner than wait, we had gone to the Milan, Rimmington was tn the act of disclosing bis reason for wish. ing to see me, when the manager, who was an old acquaintance, came across to us. “I wonder whether you would mind coming upstairs with me for a mo- ment, Sir Norman,” he begged. “And you, too, MF. Rimmington. I've Just been sent for. Something wrong up- E, PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM E. Phillips Oppenheim A. Bervios, Ino. staira.” We rose without heaitation and fol lowed him out of the room, into the Ut and up to the sixth floor, When We stepped out, several of the serv ants were gathered at the farther end of the corridor, The manager embarked upon an explanation. “There may be nothing wrong at all.” he sald. “This ts just post tion as it has been reportéd to ma Suite $9 was taken some days ago by Metager and Gorty, two emlu- saries from our Eastern friends. They | brought over some gold, you know in tin boxes, and greatly against my advice, they had {t stored tn their rooms. Gorty went to last night, leaving Metzger alone. Our telephone operator reported that he refused to answer the telephone about half an hour ago, We sent up to his room and found It bolted on the Inside. We rang and knocked without the slightest result. Fina we entered the suite thru the adjoin ing room, which had just cated, and found that altho the outer door was bolted on the maid was empty. Furth boxes of gold had gone.” been va mtired, “very!” The manager led us along the cor ridor, thru an empty bedroom which showed signa of recent vacation. the mutte which had been all: Metzger and G trouble, Messrs. were no signs of bance of any sort. reason to suppose,” I asked, “that this man Me not taken away the gold hi “In that case,” the man ed out, “someone would have bh carry the cases down: has done so. No one has seer Metz- ger leave the place.”* “We ars to presume,” “that he's still in the hotel?” “Precisely O}] ADVENTURES THE PEANUT “Looking up they paper feathers.” “Ha, ha, ha, ha, voice. Nancy and Nick, on their way to the Cut-Out Lady’s house in Sugar- Ptum Land, looked all around to s¢o/ where the voice came from. “Here I am! Right over you. It} I were as big as a church and as heavy as a cannon and lost my bal- ance, I'd fall right on top of you and smash you.” The Twins jumped. Looking up they saw ha!" laughed a a peanu' poll-parrot with tissue-paper feath-| ers with as many colors as u gypsy's dress. He stood on a pipe! cleaner perch and had pipe-cteaner | legs and pipe-cleaner feet with which | to hold on to his pipe-cleaner perch. “Hellor’ said Nancy. “Hello, yourself!’ sald the peanut poll-parrot. “Are you a Sugar-Plum | Lander?” “Nor Nick told only on adventures. “That's finef’ said the “Then I know you have brains. have no brains at all. And for good- ness sake don’t offer me a cracker, I hate crackers. I'm crackly enough as it is. Will you do me tm. “We are parrot. some fe fact Most of the people here| PARROT saw a peanut poll-parrot with tissue- a fa | “Certaini ingly. “Then take this raisin to the lemon cookle canary who lives over | there in that paper-bag house, will you? She lost her misin eyé and now she can't see how gorgeous I jam. | “Oh, yes, promised | Nancy, holding out her hand. | But the peanut parrot couldn't lena the raisin. He hopped down oft his perch and looked everywhere. |“I hid it behind this rock-cookie,” he screamed, “and now {t's gore. “1 ate it! I ato itl called some- body. |ter whose head came off. ney oblig: indeedr’ "IT don't |you. Your feathers are handsomer than mine.” |} “You must not be Jealous,” nald Nancy. “That's not kind. Run off and find another raisin at once, Mr. Rooster.” ed threo times, and finally flew off to get the raisin. “I guess you are |right!" he called. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Star) 1° Seattle * roy ok tab t- HOW THE dorehows FAMILY CAME Out from the harbor of New York sailed the big ship bound for the Isthmus of Panama. Thit- teen hundred namds were on her passenger list, and every cabin ‘was crowded to the limit, It was the 20th day of Septem- ber, in the year 1854, and among the passengers was the family of the first governor of the territory of Washington. There was Mrs. Stevens, tho mother, Hazard, her 12-year-old son, and the little girls, Sue, 8 years old; Marie, 4, and little Kate, who was just 3. Kate Is the ono who told us the story, #0, of course,eshe got it all from hearing the others tell it. Och!" said Ejlen, the chil- dren's Irish nurse, “I'm thinkin’ wo'll be drinkin’ our water warm many's the time on this voyage, with {ce in none of it, exceptin’ as you pay for it at 26 cents the pound,” And, indeed, they did have to “drink their water warm" quite often, and the food was no bet- ter than the water, for they had carried too Iittle lee and the chickens and other fresh méat ere not fresh at all, so that after awhile many of the passen- angry that they about {t and chicken overboard into the wea, and some of them would laugh and cr@y like roosters and cackle like hens. vided flung | P But the very best staterooms were given to the governor and his family, and the seat next the captain at the table. But ship rules wouldn't ailow Marie and Kate to sit at the first table, so they had to “wait” and be taken to the second table by Ellen. It took them only nine days to reach Aspinwall, Such a pretty name! All the passengers were eager to seo it. They had imagined {t would be a place of green lawns and stately palm trees, and white, white stucco houses with wide wrandas, and black servants carrying trays of cool things to drink, and brilliant flowers everywhere, The weather was hot and close when they crossed the Caribbean | sea, and they could hardly wait for the landing at the whart in Aspinwall, And when they dld! The ship camo carefully up to an old wharf #0 rickety {t looked as if tt would topple over If they bumped into it. The place was low and flat and swampy, great pools of dirty green-looking water, A street of deep mud ittored with rubbish and broken boards; black ples rooting about freely; tall, un inted, weather-beaten, | ugly frame houses, which looked Jike dirty tenements; along the shore the railroad tracks; « drenching, tropleal rain soaking the whole Manchester | T asked, It was the maple-sugar roos-| want the lemon-cookie canary to seo | He flapped his sugar-wings, crow- | zen t have eear r of the place, No « bas even caught a gti hed y« in of him. I went thru the I came to the yom adjots b sitting room, and which the hoor walter told me was Metager’a I no. Uced that the wardrobe was locked. | y that, but there was a elight being exercised against the| . ug tho panel slightly! the first me I began to look upon| the matter as serious. This de " 1 tnadsted, ma again, W red fr must be broken open quickly “or @ spare key found The key from the wardrobe tr Gorty's room was tried with succe: As it was turned, the door flew open. I was just in time to cateh in my | arma a crumpled mass of clothes and humanity With «@ blackened face and protuberant eyes, his tongue loll ing out on one side, it was still not difficult to recognize from hie pio-« tures the man who had refused to anawer th "My God He's dead Rimmington exclaimed “Ho's very near it," 1 replied, loos- ening the slip-knot of whtpoord from around bis neck nd for @ doctor at once. And Rimmington, you had better ring up the Yard and get tc work quickly “How long leave?” he a gage did th “They } walter answered. y eavy tre did those people And w ri ago take with ¢ the had two very solve itself,” after he had who was an in wed us into the we had wit of the doctor mg Y ought 1 those trunks several b while Mr. Mo’ b in his room y were too and at this time the tin iin Mr, Gorty* ure of that?’ Rimming | heavy then canes were at room “You are Rimm noked around. I cow! jmeo that th o thought had ¢ curred to him as The brief of searches confirmed our sus The was filled with of heavy wardrobe tone. © ta only point now re ed," I observed, Mr. and carry out this ne, or had maining to be « im, did these two, | | | br de Migue accomplices ? had a visitor about an hour! ey ro they left old us. sag mington eDiati “T nen: self, « unemed |" ik \* | | doscended } meet the men whont he moned from Scot! Yard, “we get} tt In the neck sometimes about our | |falluresa, Thies time, if wo don't get/ jhold of De Miguel and his heavy trunks, I should think we deserved all | the censure we got.” | “Nothing in it for me, I'm afrald,” | |r remarked as I bade him good | Bight. | “It doesn't look Uke It" he ad- mitted. “However, one never knowa” eee had sum- | Tt was the unexpected which hap- | pened. Altho M: his wife could } hour's start by the pos: enormous Jone do Miguel and ave had barely and were handic wasion of two trt wel a week pase without any news of their arrest or of the recovery of any part of the gold, Metzger remained in a state of Partial unconsciousness and could give no coherent accou: what had | happened. Gorty returned from Man jchester and behaved like a madman. He spent his time between Downing . where he be accused the gov having taken the gold, he ex- fn terms ¥ to say the least of It, In the beginning the whole afta: seemed so simple. Mr. and Mrs Miguel distributing gratuities In most 1 ish fashion, had driven calmly away from the Milan at thé appotnt- Jed hour, and had arrived at Water- }1oo tn ample time for the train which they had planned to take to South- ampton. When that train arrived at | Southampton, however, there was no | in it in the least answering to their description; neither had any | rooms been taken In the hotel, or pas | sages booked on the steamer. Cur- | tously enough, too, none of the por- | ters could remember handling any | particularly henvy lugengo for that | train, or attending upon any passen- | gers answering to tho description of | the two missing people; yet the man | who drove the hotel bus to the ‘sta- |ton—an old servant and a man of excellent character—gavo unfaltering evidence as to his having driven there, and having left his two pas- |sengers waiting on the pavement |while a porter went for a barrow, I kept away from Rimmington for de | with his position, On the tenth day however, he came to nee mo. “Not so almple as we thought,” he remarked an he accepted a cigar and an easy chair. “Apparently not,” I assented. “What about the bus driver?” “He's been with the hotel company for 17 years,” Rimmington replied, “has a wife and cliiidren, and an ox- cellent character. Besides, a score of people saw tho bus in the station yard.” “And the man who visited them at the hotel at the last moment?” “Wo'ro offering a hundred pounda reward for his discovery. Here's his description.” I carefully read sheet which facrous to me, lence, “Suggest anything to visitor asked. "The description might apply to thousands,” I answered a little eva. |sively, Rimmington stared gloomily |into the fire, “It might,” he admitted know who I think {t wn. “No {dea," I answered clously, “Your friend Pugsley—Stanfleld, or to fo behind all his aliases and call him by his rightful name, Michnel Sayern” "Do you really man fain England (Continued the typewritten Rimmington pushed and returned tt in al- you?" my "Do you monda believe that T naked. horrow) that A human generation ta as 26 years; a generation covers soven or elght days, counted of files some time, for I (horoly sympathized | |“Do the Girla Who ia Grey: moke Refrain From So Doing | in Public Because They Fear Publie Opinion?” Queries One Reader. We h who it is n Dear Cynthia Grey: the girls and women Sometimes, of course Why not, I wonder? cause they ar smoke, Do y scared of what other people might think ear so much these days about but do we see them? ot a common sight, tho, | ‘ou think it is principally be- that they do not smoke in public or anywhere they might wish to? Do you think wome more strict than men? I have seen a few girls in in boxes, smoking, among the diners, except am them and seem fascinated, just love to smoke, but that No doubt there are a numb smoke, but don’t because of fe The average girl who emo thrill; to do « like some other girl or girls out of place and prudish ina Iti have no des on themselves of it at some futur to affect their general health. They are quite satisfied to of their They aren't ana There are still girls who same as a man and consequen as one own man treats another, » whether the law 1 the legal age from 18 to MISS 18 Yes, the Dill passed and will de 90 days, This ho have alre ye r the ol who be 18 after awe goes into effect cae tr | Recipe Not Obta inab and I be for I haven't such a recipe be imposaidl. (9 guard. possessl t purpose BILL One condition might cause one per- aon to lose hts personality, and an-| other, another, Boma persons are naturally endowed with striking per- ca; but they must make some ve effort toward dullding something new and. n are naturally inclined to be} | exclusive restaurants, mostly | They don’t seem to cause any stir| 1ong other girls who gaze at I,think the other girls would they are afraid. WONDERING ber of girla who would like to} ar of public opinion, kes, hag yo on a dare, for a to them—startling; to be they admire; or not to seem group who smoke. my honest opinion that there are many’ girls who sire whatever to smoke the job of getting the cigaret habit and then breaking They prefer not to take re date when it has commenced let men have a few priv tous to become “echoes. don’t want to do exactly the tly be treated exactly the same ileges Mins in he Grey will recelve callers r office Monday, Wednesday and Friday, from 1 to 8 p. m, and on Tuesday and Thursday from 11 @ m. to 12 m. each week. Please do not come at other times, as It seriously inter. feres with her writing. that personality or tt will pradually, diminish +| Que stion on | Good Dresa Dear Miss Grey: toN me ff tt Is perr nformal black velvet dress with sil- | ver slippers and kings? a8. | If the dress has an ornament of “| silver, or aliver trimming of any sort, oh as lace or braid, tha silver slip-| rs and stockings would look well;| therwtee, dlack slippers and~ hose| Id de dest. | “ee Will you plea: innible to wear an ords besides suspicion and in “clon” and what do i opint- tory,” rnecion, meaning “general | r.” or “de®truction.” “2. | What ts the pay of a chief machin- | ist on @ United States destroyer? When was tho last big issue of | quarter dollars? In 1841, when 678,000 were tesucd by tha minte of the United States, URSULA TIRENT Copyright, 1921, by (Continued From Yesterday) But then . » if I'd really seen Juliar t have forgotten the taxi. I felt so oppreseed that I went stairs to Arf a Mo's flat. Tho valet ‘ormed me that Mr. Moy was out of London and would not be back till at evening. Nobody had called. A rible idea came upon me. Ina trembling volce I sald to the valet, “Is th these Mats?” “Yea, ma'am, Plecadilly and Street.” “Oh! Thanks.” I went down, So It was true, He had bilked the taxi driver, just to save three and six, and was letting t ub © coul one on to Jermyn the man wait In Piccadilly while he| got away into Jermyn Street. It wasn't my. I know him well for that” It was worse, something cruel that took pleasure in cunning. Well, the first to do was to pay the driver, which I did. “My husband finds he'll bo upstairs some time,” T said to the im- passive driver, 1 still | cover Julfan's shamo, It was a little | my shame. econo 111 | I didn’t say anything about !t Per- hapa I stilt felt too neutral to Julian} to let myself in for a scene, where I should have to denounce him, to show myself outraged and humiliated | beyond description, Porhaps I was| almply too shocked. I'd seen people Ite, I'A sean pooplo scheme, but I'd never seen anybody steal. This mood stayed with me next day, and I was spared tho society of Julian, for he'd gone away for the week-end, nomin- ally to stay at Lockwood's place in | Sussex, on business. I pa day crushed. Now I had to under- stand that things were ending, that 1 must do something, and tho I had of war work, and nearly three years in tho world of peace, 80 much more terrible than that of war, I was still the Ursula Trent that couldn't make| up her mind, Instead 1 did what my to do In these casos: I dined at a little Italian restaurant, alono, in Tot tenham Court Road, drank a whole bottle of burgundy, benedictine, and went to bed, feeling that I'd exnggerated the evil of the world. On tho Saturday morning 1 woke up rather oarly, It was awful, Thad a pain as if a large blister were lying acrous tho left side of my face and head. My mouth was conted with bitterness. ‘There was no doubt about it. I had a head. "That byr- gundy must have been made in Tot- tenham Court Road. — Naturally; after failing to-eat breakfast, 1 was very ¢ 04. Sull, IT got up, Ono's heart may break, emplros may totter, but ono must get up all the «amo, wash, oat, Why does one live? To please the in atinet of self-preseryation. T ate a little toast and drank as much tea as would fill a kettle Theft 1 tried to sum up my situation, tting at the writing table and putting it down under headings, one, two, three, It was oyvious that I must leave dull an, bul tt had been obvious so often, [Alio 1 had loft him before, and ro ® more than one way out of/| there's a door on to! too} something | wanted to} a that} been much hardened by many years} sort tends| followed with a| to sustain tho Ife ono doesn’t prize.) A Novel by W. L. George. Harper &@ Brothers. |membered my horrible fortnight fn} ~~ | stood there, conscious that I looked the Jermyn Street hotel, the sense of dependence on Lord Alfred's} money. Also I had had experience | of looking for work tn a labor mar- ket clotted with scores of thousands | of girls who wanted to go on earning | the pocket money they'd earned dur-| ing the war, I was frightened of the world. I know what the stakes| If I'd been old and ugly, and| |fniled to find work, it would have been the river; for me It was Picca- | dilly, or, almost as bad, the prodigal | return to Ciber Court, with three vague years to be endlessly discussed with mamma. She would begin, “Of course, Ursula, bygones are bygones, but there's just ono Iittle thing I'd like to know.” Hell! As usual I had very little money, As usual I didn't know what to do, As usual I was stiff-necked and didn’t want to take help from Bat- terthwaite, or Lord Alfred, or any other kind person. Too incompetent to stand alone and too proud to take money. Yor, I was an English aris- tocrat right enough. But an Eng- lsh aristocrat, that takes a flunky's tip with difficulty, unless {t's very large, say a hundred thousand pounds if he happens to be a gen eral, that aristocrat will always take the flunky’s advantage of somebody's | patronage. As I got up and went’but, tntend- ing to go to St. James Park and think, already I had Aleo Brough in |mind. It 1s a tribute to my feeling | for him that I hesitated, not because I couldn't take help and advice from him, but because I felt it would | bother him, would thrust responstbil- ity upon him, I didn’t want him to be responsible for me. Somebody else |mtght do something. for me, but to |him I must remain an equal, So I }sat upon a little green chair In the brillant sunshine, watching the Sun- |day families, I envied them. I thitik |{t was a senso of desolation forced | me to go to a telephone box and ring up Alec Brough, 1 had to have some links with the world, and I knew that I needed his good-humored presence, the brain that understood, | the tongue that never committed an |indiseretion. He was quite himself on the telephone when I. asked whether I might come and see him, Ho showed no surprise, “Right-o, When will you como? It's half past twelve, Better como to lunch! “All right,” I said, "Good-bye." He mado things easy, I went up to Hampstead by tubo, and lost my ax one does, At last T found Lower Terrace, where ho lived, and for a moment stopped, soothed and made shy by tho anclent charm of this place, Lower Terrace consists ‘of only a few cottagen, rather prec- fous as well as tumbledown. Thoy ro tumbledown tn an artistic way, like Marie Antoinette playing dalry- jmaltd, They were charmingly | } one of them, Constable Cot. looked am $f tt might be the of ® Prunolla from Mayfatr, Opposite, Romne cottage, rather nautical, with Ita white wooden firat wore, home floor and Its outlook toward the roll. ing northwest. I took all this in ag I hositated, I ni ta “ie eS A ie 107 PIKE ST. BETWEEN /sr& 2no. Ricrr at this time of the year there are wonderful opportunities in the Eastern markets for the buyer with Cash. Pursuing our regular policy of giv- ing to the women of Seattle the best in dresses, blouses and sweaters that the market affords, we are going in to buy our Organdies, Ginghams, Swisses. HFRE is where we need help—in other words, we need the money, and to get it we are placing on sale tomorrow and Saturday— . 3 ve Dres in siz have ! s in Poiret Twill, from 14 to 40; 67 DRESSES 47 Spring navy, black-and a few brow 121 brown Afternoon Dre in crepe de chine, ¢ and flat crepe, very newest style season ; cluded. 83 Taffeta Dri all black and Yanton in the of, the sizes in- sses that were formerly priced at $19.85; Dresses and 4 Georgette 19 Poiret Twills that were form- erly $29.45, as well as 106 of our very newest DRESS UP FOR EASTER We just received the favorite heavy block weave patterns. Navy, Black, Tan, Brown, in all sizes. and latest Crepe Dresses that we have had priced at $29.45 —all reduced for this big event. SWEATERS a large shipment of Slip-ons in 99 Red, While Women, You Can’t Afford to Stay Home Tomorrow. You'll Want to See These Values Even If You Can’t Buy! rather nice in a powder-blue linen | cont and skirt, patent shoes, and one of those darling little hats made of varnished plaited straw, I didn't like going In, It made me/shy to go Into a strange man's house like that; of certain hésitations even extreme ex- perience falls to deprive us. So I stood watching the road that goes} toward the Heath, twinkling in the sun as ifgoated with powdered glass What could he do? What would he say? ing, and so awkward not fo tell. Sup- posing he were alone? make love to me? Perhaps. Did I want him to? Well, yes. But I didn't want him to think I came for that. Oh, damn! Half past one. I'd bet- ter go in and be done with ft. I rang the bell hard. The elderly woman who opened was reassuring. This was the cook-housekeeper I had | been told about. Sho led me into} the drawing-room on the first floor, where I walted fora moment. A reg- ular man’s drawing-room—fishing rods, riding crops, golf clubs, a pic- ture of Tagalie with her jockey, books, plans, an elevation of a build- ing, and (a curious contrast with the sporting quality) a couple of fine woodcuts labeled Wadsworth. These two, with their bold black and whites, their magnificent energy, fascinated mo ap that Aleo Brough came in without my noticing him. “Hullo!” he sald, as he shook hands. “You're Inte.” He looked at his watch. “We'd better go down, or Mrs. Anslow ‘ll be mad.” We talked of trifies during lunch. What a man’s lunch {it was, Ox-tail soup! Ox-tall soup at the end of June! Roast beef, baked potatoes, greens cut Into cubes. . . and roly- poly. Oh, these barbarians! But as wo talked of plays and’ seaside re- sorts, the weather, and the speed of the London & Northwestern, I sus- pected that ho was trying to maké me drink too much, Evidently he was moro sensitive to good wine than to delicate food. “Try this claret. Good, isn't it? Gives a lot of trouble, tho. If you warm it more than three minutes you lose the... the... what shall I say? . « . soul.” “It’s very nice,” I sald, and emp- tled my glass. “T won't give you any more,” hoe went on, “because I want you to try the other one, M: Anslow, the big tumblers, please." “Do you think I'm going to drink that much?" T safd, laughing, as a tumbler that would hold a quart was sot before me, “No, you jgnoramua, That's to en- able you to swirl tt round and enjoy the ethers, Try that, There, isn't that rounder? [sn't that fuller than the other?” T Inughod at him, Moen are so re- Nglous about wine. They're religious about all thelr pleasures, Aftor lunch, T looked round this small, pleasant room with whitewashed walls and mahogany furniture, feeling content My head had stopped aching; food often helpa, “Let's go Into the sald, garden,” “and haye coffee thre." 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