The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 6, 1924, Page 12

Ae came ee mn START HERE TODAY Use it wherever you thé ue ; require an oil—for fry- ; ing, shortening or for salad dressing. Send for the oAmaizo Cook Book—it’s FREE! Address: 1 ' 111 W. Monroe St., Chicago, Ill. © only person: NOW GO ON V American Maize-Products Co., New York Chicago Yet the ship drov way and the wind, breath of th was near, on its lazy pot with the ™, burned his As the minutes dragged by he leaned against the wheel and dozed H Jat hin y joraft n win on an errand of mercy sna 4 from the wheel.| = | te by rt ud. Across his hand MANY IMMIGRANTS | SOOT FLIES 40 MILES id have sworn it—across his iru THE STORY A Story of Seattle and ADVENTURES “The Beacon Hill Mystery” | The South Seas . OF THE TWINS ¥ Olive Roberts Barton Oo INBAD THI AILOR BY FRED V. WILLIAMS : ie ‘ ; ve r ly, “I'm sure, 1 felt the presence . of some one here before. 1 teu asleep, Something touched my hand. It w it wae i be ri ft r He saw Miss Page to her end es toe s , of the cabin and then rolled up |.) “ye aa nkets ar ’ The j 3 ed drunkenly read, “unt” Larsen had gone y a crash of down to join his fellows But the tiny galley how? ‘ nd missed Dag , r mA ' . ; Af n, helple Me err PW her enie oe at : : o Clark was sick at He t ; dreaded to tell M mat they ’ Jone. One hope remained a the sky and hand and rested it) ¢ ain came the seked from sleep, terre hrot t hin temples. He { they might pass a friendly craft and be reseued. In the meantime?— He prayed The skipper had apandoned his wateh, Clark thought. The old sailor had probably tired of his vigit and gone (o sleep some- where. What if the Junk should |, , spear her old bul | ‘ of day, | fered over} artul of that of his own during And, so, with As his feet tou sna | preggo tan " BS & TOW Ore: 1h Way Marian!’ he called ; bran A “Yen newered, and met him, he funy @ © skipper. It A stroke In his watch? Lg strays She had found some linen and Clife? eee ee SONeetnE 18) had used it to patch her worn ee ee garments, Her hair was done up Clark thought of the cold neatly j touch on his hand in the dark she asked, wit had oe hewe earlier in the night and his blood chilled. He crept up the compan: jonway and climbed the ladder, He peerd out on deck. The ves: sel was rolling in a heavy swell of the sea. Its bow was nodding at the range of waves coursing far in the distance and blending 6 to he reaston on his face wrong waked anxious! roved the deck : braced the wheel, there| with the lower lines of the | - PORT ARTHUR, Ont WHITE SALMON, Wash—White| ny tor a moment a.cold deadly touch| treavens ] (Continued tomorrow) Immigrants from Sea jchickens turned black over night./and in bia ear there had breathed! In the half light he looked upon Sie countries numbering. pearly 17.000 |), usewives’ clothing waz ruined, and| words, strange, sinister, ominous. | the deck and searched it for the skip . will arrive in Canada this year, jthe whole countryside was given a} ‘Captain! Marian! Clark | per. He was not at the wheel He| MAREE AS: A JOG petal hte ccs Ba} ott | = guoncenensenoncnenconene iene hue when soot from shouted, running for the com- panion way. was not in the bow. Ho was nowhere| CHARLESTON, W. Va—The » |smiadge pote of Washington orch: He tripped and fell. | to be reer preme court has decided that t for fishing trips ip Sey ngthecodya gy -eringtistan Larsen met him at the hateh, | “Larven'’’ called Clark. “Larsen! |i Jamison Meredith and for auto outings a ines pots: were kept burning in Marian close bebind him. Both | And then hesitated, afraid he micht akespeare was “al! | for picnics % lowlands to offset the frost during| Were frightened. : awaken and alarm the girl below ent waa asked rf 4 recent cold wave. ““Lightal’ called Clark. “Lights! What had become of the cap by young who sald the s ° obser baba a Some one on tain. He went on the deck and |ceremony was gone thru before a| Alcohol insanity has not thereased| Clark ran to th pot and looked or was gone. Clark looked back | ter The annulment was granted. Cheese since prohibition, says a bulletin of |down on the water at a strange whirl-| in the wake of the ship and l'The twa young perble, studente at [the National committee for Mental|ing pool in the ocean's depth. Larsen| traced its Jagged course over tha (different achoole, separated after souenonconenener: ' Hygiene A SPECIAL goodness Your taste will tell it at once—a rich, fruity good- ness that fills and flavors this finer Raisin Bread. I bake it special tonight. Serve it fresh from my ovens tomorrow. And remember my special Wednesday baking also includes rolls, coffee cakes, “snails,” raisin pie and other tempting Sun-Maid raisin foods. Bakers prepare these “Special for Wednesday” bakings of Sun-Maid raisin foods every week—every- where. You can get them at any bakery, grocery store or delicatessen in the city. On Wednesdays treat your family regularly to their special goodness. Raisin Pound Cahe— richly fruit- flavored Raisin Bread Special on Wednesdays | woman on earth T would not want Ithe “wedding Wares, Somewhere, over that LETTER FROM RICHARD SUM- night that an artist must always | RS TO BEATRICE GRIM- |b in love with someone or some } SHAW thing; it helped her tn her work | DEAR BEE: Just now Paula Pi T wonder if tt will seem strange|to be in love with he |to you to récetve a letter from mo,| Whether she is succeedin; jam it weems strange to me to be|do not know, for except when I talk | Writing this, to her on business I have not seen There was a time, dear when I| her for months. Sho may be a very jthought I could not begin the day|areat artist, Bee, but she is not for aright without penning a few lines |me. to you, and I am_sure that I had| Please write mo. received a benediction when just be- fore I turned out the light and went to sleep I read your almost daily letter which I always saved until that mement I just wonder when those letters began to come infrequently, Bee, I know very weil when they stopped, | TOMORROW: Leiter from Bea- | trice Grimshaw to Leslie Presco(t. Drawn Butter for then I lost one of tho great load. Rub together in a bowl stones of my existence (3 It had been months, dear Bee, | two les} fuls of butter and one of flour. Set bowl in pan of hot Water till butter is melted. Stir in half pint of hot water and one tablespoon- ful of the famous LEASPERRINS SAUCE ‘THE ORIGINAL WORCESTERSHIAE since I heard your name spoken, | when yesterday Ralph Beaumont! said that he had seen you only about two weeks ago, and that you were! | growing beautiful and seemed quite} |happy. Perhaps I'm a dog in the manger, dear, but ‘‘seemed quite | happy"' seemed to stab me, for I may as well tell you that I have not been quite happy since you walked s0 ceremoniously out of my life, I've been wondering lately, Bee, just why you did it, Perhay neglectful, but, my dear, 1 fully busy. 1 wa in this business, which is one ‘hardest in the world to succeed In, Perhaps I might confess type of girl I met out © inter: {ested me greatly, but never for one | moment did any of them tako your place in my heart. Of course you know, Boe, that ax you and I haye known cach other all our lives, our love was of no sudden flower. It just seemed to me that I could not get along with: out you, It just seemed to me that T was always going to have you in my heart, even tho you were thou. sands of miles away. Consequently, I perhaps wrote to you just as I would think of myself. I was #0 surprised, my dear, that you didn't understand, I was also rather hurt that you should inti mato that I was more than usually interested in Miss Porier, Of course ] 7 am much interested in her; in somo ways she is the most inter. esting woman I have ever known, But if Paula Perier was tho last for Finer Te xture / and varger Volume in your bakings to live in the same house with her continually, I would not want to seo her face across from mine at the breakfast table every morning. T could not stand her self-centered: Same Price for over 33 years ness, for you know to be an artist ly always to be self-centored. Why, 1 heard Miss Perier say tho othey VAs) Ounces for 25° TO MOTHERS OF MILK-TIRED CHILDREN: turday night, m y staying j sughed Bint red s be we the Little ¢ pulling their cus Binnad, and om one of my “Tl was travels, when suddenly ‘on a lit ¢ stream I saw some trees hang s fruit. I was a little old man when they tire of milk. 4d me to carry mes 4 all th est aid I, “noth I'm not i, ’ ren u know the more I Child i A st tighter he held, and Like it Better ome sailors happened to jend on Than AGIk ‘ the island fo 4 ing water, and the Old Man In or I su 4 be carrying him yet nt me safely home, The or-|— _— in d belonged to a wizard and he} Logic means nothing toa child. Taste meanseverything, Children like chocolate even * A cup of Ghirardelli’s Ground = Chocolate gives them both. kept the little Old Man there to|yeu another story.” morrow,” ; protect his fruit.” “Thank you,” said Nancy and (To Be Continued) e “If you come back again I'll tel’ Nick. “We'd like to come back to-| (Copyright, 1924, by Seattle ; The Wonderful New Starch for Children’s Clot TS is nothing that gives such a soft, pliable finish as Linit—for starching your children’s dainty clothes. That is why all modern mothers use Linit, the remarkable new starch discovery, Linit makes even ordinary cotton fabrics look and feel like linen. Because Linit remains THIN and FREE-RUN- NING like water, it penetrates every thread of the fabric, and helps strengthen it, thus prevent- ing wear and increasing the life of the material. New Starch Discovery Thee Linit according to directions, and, unlike other starches, you will not find Linit stiff or jelly-like. 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