The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 15, 1924, Page 12

THE SEATTLE STAR rit DAY A Story of Seattle and The South Seas Y ~~ hs The Beacon Hill Mystery | {tat Something’ have BY FRED V. WILLIAMS 1 hay tlt 4 ee - eee iene in ihe Boutl eee oh nite| that which I see,"" she sald. peas . o 4 “This is the house ef no eyes The island is inh Martan ap and no ears.”’ rons, Who he whe Clark tried to smile reassuring’ as slave: death. The wom od This girl you speak of," cont sacrificing thelr sto th ued Clark. ‘Is she pretty & deautiful native girl, falls aly sappears from the | happy,” responded tly aide with forced to | vease Why does sho weep?'* he asked | ark and Marian take to a raft] She loc at him, In her eye are picked up Dy @ passing enon. was great surprise. ( tried eee Beet MOE | there was er urprh rk trh to mask b m motions, to play for the | role of this mysterious Bohem ment the | | Clark watched her, noting a slight] Mush in her cheeks when she realized | his eyes were on her, * “Take me to ber, I may decide to ou are the great Mr. Ren let her go. she said. “I heard a week Cuivaiads wan Sande’ atti, | Clark deliberated. | You give m an idea,’ he said. ago of your coming." / the girl sprang to her feet. He | Clark nodded. | touched her on the shoulder, | If you are great, you are kind,”"| son moment,” he said. “Let us jhe said. He laughed, and she}. very quietly. I do not care to started as tho the echo of his voice | surprised ber. | ‘The next moment she handed him! | bia pipe, and he took it clumsily then jput it down. She watched him with! | amazement have the rest know what I am about to do," ‘Very well.’ The girl chuckled. We will go tip-toe, It will be fu a game of—what do they call it in this county? Hide-and.go-seek ADVENTURES or THE TWINS NOTHING PICKLI “You're both hired to do chores and errands.” Nancy and Nick thought the littie; Well! Mra, Squirrel started to try | entie returpe to a and great man among her kind whom | Store in the woods very funny, and|on. And she tried - and t ted os been summoned by @ supposed him to be they thought that Mister Bags, the |and tried on until Nick gan | ail that he was inj. “It your flance was to be | fairy storekeeper, was still funnier, | think she was going to try on the} us aves in pursy murdered and you were to follow They were ever od when | dishpans and butter bowls and mar. | we sarzing ihe $n hig him to the grave, or, even worve, [he clasped his hands over his fatty | ket baskets “eth ntera this place, where he be delivered over into the hands |tummy and said beamingtly, “You're There ia nothing here that sults ived by 6 Hinde, the Ming) mis of enemies who would torture | both hired to do chores and errands | me at all,” sald Mrs. Squirret final ‘ you, would you not be unhappy |at 10 cents a week iy, tuning up ber nose and wig and weep?"’ she asked. } Just then Samantha Squirrel | sting her whiskers and whisking He replied bantertngly ed the door, which went tingu-|her tail. “I could trim hate a And all this lt to happen to t ngaling whenever ou pus it around yo Mister Bags. I'd jus “NOW GO ON WITH THE sTonY [irl you speak of the niest t an leave we A soup toureen a > girl toyed with t Doe you have any new spring |any of the you have here CHAPTER XLII A embarrassment nhe asked. Give me and of butter and t BEAUTIFUL young « bh ton Clark, “It said Mister Bags, | pickles and I’lb be goirig, I'm c 42. ental costume, stood in the doc ” ould| "Which kind would you lke best, | Pecting company to supper with hair black as night, eyes bl irl a yellow one trimmed pink + ¢ Mister Hage was hand and lustrous, skin soft and brown © maiden looked up, Her eyes | bon, or a bive one trimmed in green butter and her pickles v She came into tho room with low and sparkling, her lips tremu-| flowers? We also have some pink |#he said briskly, “Please charge and ered eyes, and Clark noted that her owed he Was sympa-|ones trimmed in red, 4 some red| send them. I'm not accustomed te a was that of a slave and mes trimmed in pale blue pinkish | carrying packages.” 3 tablespoonfuls Crisco | “Why, I would free her and let rang “Very well, madam,” said Mr pinch of salt | She dropped to her knees be | her go back to her fiance if,” “L me seo them,” said Mra,'Bagn obligingty, writing in @ great 1 cupful sour milk fore him and salaamed, and then, | she added, “he is still alive. Did _ | Squirrel, “I'll try them all on and |e book, “The butter Is & cents a 3 teaspoonful soda } wiihoat vale K her ores bp his | they ‘get’ him tonight?" seo which one sults my ¢ mnplaxion ; Mey t : pickles are aoa lace, she began with deft fingers | Clark shook his forefinger at her.|best, The red one trimmed ta hat!’ shrieke: quisrels 3 teaspoonfuls baking powder 10 prepare his pipe. | “Now you are asking quostions./ greenish, orangine, yellow sounds | “Five cents a pound! Why, that's ingredient picked up the pipe and handed/ But the girl—take me to her, Or,| the nicest." pure robbery, I never heard of any Shay sendy lente — }it to him, then she took a thin bit of |better, t er here. And we will uu mean pale blue, pinktsh, or: | thing so expensive. I won't take it r 7 wire and from a bright playing card | see what we can do ange,” said Mister Bags. But that's at all, or the pickles, either, Wait two knives. Add sour milk. |/piucked a ball of the dope. This,| ‘The girl shook her head an idea! I'll have to trim one in/@ minute, I'll taste the pickles and Crisco bread-pans thoroughly, with a slight amilo’ twitching her| “Sho is upstairs and her guards | greenish orangine yellow. You are| see if they are jood." j by heating very hot on stove. lips, she cooked and allowed to/would never let me bring her down | yery sn Mrs. Squirrel, to think} So ahe ate a whole pickle. | Drop dough by spoonfuls onto || "Putter over the fire |here unless you were with me." of such ing.” “No, they aren't q bit good,” rhe declared, “I “My husband says I should have don't want anything been a milliner,” sald Men. Squirrel. | today. Good-dayt | ‘I know so much about flowers ‘n “My goodness! sald Nancy as things." Mr. Bags was patiently putting | “It's millers, you mean,” safd|back the butter and all the hats | cy, “Millers are the people who | and the other pickle, “Wasn't she| all about flour, They make | unpleasant it “Sho just wanted @ little lunch,” | Milliners and flowers, my dear,” | said Mr. Bags. “That's the way she 1 Mra, Squirrel firmly Please | gets it." > . I know what I'm (To Be Continued) talk about (Copyright, 1924, Seattle Star) To think,” she smiled. “That 1 sm) endingly as tho he take Renard to his own prisoner, and | w ing the whim of # child thereby am fooling all his menand| They pass 0 the hall. Soun: women! It is great fun.* of jnugh and the clinking of Clark, the role of "Mr. Renart,""' | glasses came from ono part of the POAT AD, A" | GREEN TEA |LETTER FROM ALICE HAMIL-| draws from the fresh, tender, WN CARNOVAN) leaves a rich. pure flavor.) IREAREST BETTY: Well, here I am in my awn coun- The try, and I don’t mind telling you I finest green tea grown. — Try it. |i.) jis an alien, Up to date noth ling seems right to me. I am home-| FREE SAMPLE of GREEN TEA UPON REQUEST. dear old R. & H.C. COOK, MA in-0609, EL sick for England and the crowd. | In the first case, Betty dear, I had tten that we have no real caste America. , Your bootlegger (they ve inaugurated bootleggers since 11 was away, you know) seats his wife and daughter in a home on Park ave |nue, and thinks himself as good as @ anyone; and sometimes, Betty dear, | I think he fs ax good’ as are the p 1s p »le who buy his merchandise. OrCedar not only polishes. It cleans; it adds new |ten how romantic Lesile ts. Also, | beauty long finis| sho has grown prettier, or else I beige life to the fine h of your furni- | {had forgotten that she was « really ture, woodwork and floors. O-Cedar Polish “cleans, | |beautiful girl. Besides this, sho ts polishes, protects, beautifies:’ Accept only the genuine, |* ¥°°Y conscientious young woman— has no real practical sense at all, | My sister, Leslie, came to New York to meet us, In the long time that I have been away I had forgot-/| Just now she $1 worrying about telling her husband that what he| |fondly thinks are wax beads are! really, truly pearls, and that they were given to her by her old sweet- heart, Karl Whitney. That was a funny, childish tdea| of mine, about those pearls, Betty. | I think that was my last fairy story, and I have never understood Karl's subscribing to it, unless it is that same romantic streak that is in Leslie. I find he is still rather hipped where Lesile is concerned. You know | the woman that one loves and loses the unattainable woman—is al-| ways a man's ideal. i ‘The first night wo were in New York Leslie wore Karl's pearls, 1 confess I thought It was in bad taste, because the sight of them must certainly bring back memories to Karl. I was surprised to find t these gems are really handsomor| than mine, altho tho string ts not} nearly so long,’and when that night} I presented myself in Leslie's room |for « before-roing-to-bed talk, I told jher that I almost felt like trading |part of my string for hers. She looked troubled, and said: “Do you know, Alice, those pearls have brought mo moro or Jess an- no co and worry every time I Jueve worn them until tonight.” I did not tell her, but I wasn't so sure that she wouldn't have some worry over them because of tonight's presentation of them to the bright lights. “If you feol that way about it,’ T said quickly, “why don't you give them to me for a wedding present? I think perhaps it would be much botter for all concerned, now that 1 am going to marry Karl, that 1 should be the ono to wear them, You know he really collected them one by one for his wife.’ “I know,’ she answered, and a wave of color swept over her fac, “that Karl collected those gems for me.’* . “It's rather nasty of you to re. mind mo of that," I sald, “for 1 was tho one that made it possible for him to give them to you at your READ TO THE DOCTOR "I don't like your heart action. You've had some trouble with an- gina pectoris,” “You're partly right, doctor, only that ain't her nam Colloge ORANGE PEKOE Gives lovers of a ‘Tea a new slant Tea-tafte Tea ‘price i : % The Tangle (An tatimate story of Inmermost emotions reveated tn private letters) a ~ a jhouse. They crept nolselessty down the hall to m back stair, It was a insisted that sup they pauned: The narrowed here, the| dim. The girl pointed | * end of the hall. are keeping her she said. were in See, your man is asleep on a chair outside,” there,"’ | marriage to another man." Clark the figure of a man} (Copyright, 1924, NEA Sorvies, Inc.) | slumped 4s the chair. “t “Oh, that is one of my friends?” TOMORROW: Letter from Alice | asked Clark | Hamilton to Betty (Lady Carnovan),| “No,” the girl whispered. “He ptinued. a people fre t here. When you buy Beans Say— BAKED Beans And see that the label on the | can says “Baked Beans’’. It’s the only way to be sure. | Heinz beans are baked, in ovens, with dry heat. That’s why they have the pleasing, natural bean flavor. That’s why they are so digestible. And the delicious tomato sauce with which they are pre- pared adds just the tang you'll like. HEINZ OVEN-BAKED BEANS with tomato sauce One “5 / Usrieties Wiis! Both Package and Product Win Favor! The wonderful popularity of Maid o’ Clover partly to the convenient, sanitary, economical “ package. But the chief reason why Maid o’ ( favorite is QUALITY, You can always purity and delicious flavor of this fine butter. Four lover i d depe from th ream of Creams’—aelected ar Ao’ ¢ Butter ts Pasteurized but ¢ wet Your grocer has it, or will gladly stock Maid o’ Clover Butter for you CREAMERY ©0. Columbia St. MUTUAL SEATTLE Butter Serving 11 Western States Phone MA in-0550 {s on While ho is your employ, he probably has never seen you to and at night of her the guard ap- ‘That will be {peared to subside. A Rreat surprise.’ | “Here is M. Renard’ ashe She laughed softly. |The man bent in a low bow “To think,” she added, “that 1/ taking Clark's extended hand, kissed | Id be the first In this house to/ his fingers. | eyes. really know and talk to your’ | “came to see the woman. 1 wish Clark walked boldly down the [to talk to her alone,"’ he so hall, without trying to step | The guard hesitated. quietly. ‘The guard awakened’ | “All right!” he exciaimed ‘sud. | and rose from his chair, He |denly, inserting a key in the lock. stood in the half light, a sinis- Now Clark, standing upon the | replying. ter figure, legs spread apart, arms losse at his sides, ready to spring in defense of his charge. The girl tripy threshold of his great opport ity, was afraid, Suppose Marian, at sight of him,! should scream? Clark's side, | alone. ped at now at a lower price~ Spring bis arrived in Tillamook—again the herds of this little valley are grazing on tender new grass. From the record yield of milk, our cheese-makers are “turning out richer, creamier cheese than ever before! But even more welcome is the news that this delicious spring “make” of Tillamook is selling now at a dower price. Serve Tillamook plentifully on your table, like you do bread and butter. Cut it in dainty slices or Squares. Re- member it contains all the energy and vitamines of milk, ina concentrated form, Order a pound or a family-size loaf of this new spring make, It is always branded “Tillamook.” Write for booklet of nae Prepared especially for us by Alice Bradley of Miss Farmer's School of Cookery. Just send us your name, TILLAMOOK COUNTY CREAMERY Gama} Tillamook, 25 cheese kitchens owned and o tively by the Uijoud iinet a ‘by TILLAMOOK “Remain outside,” |the guani and the girl. “I will. send ald.|for you in a moment. Do not all and, | anyone to enter. A look of fear came into the girl's “Do not harm her! d. frighten her!’ she begged. “The poor thing was se terrified when she came in." Clark entered the room He was blinded at jhe closed the door behind him and called to Marian, crouching in the He must see her|corner, one arm over her eyes. | {Continued in the Next Issue) he commanded Do not without lighted Slowly It was brightly first. Look for TILLAMOOK on the Place the cut end of the Tillamook loaf e @ warm ipo tie TTermetically seal in its freshness. Look % for THLAMOOK on the Rind!