The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 16, 1924, Page 10

10 THE SEATTL PAC ONCE | pemmnne | Soft, medium or hard-boiled ey e how do you like your eggs? ‘ a a8 XI a ; the teristic fla ccf ity eaieaps tenon But t . «gy E ‘ : exact deg ¢ exact atrength-per-cup, is up t " ; B ahs 5 5 can get one at r groce free! Or, if not, direct : 4 > f | Beandenetein &f Co,. fen Prancieco ) . : bas jw 4 ’ i ‘ “I ~y att } ; j M “ “ I ba ‘ » “ 4 ee ’ ate k f = peace w r 7. rt x . - : gtk C3 the bac r ay j 2 } . j =! i SOW GO ON WITH THE STORRY | ; expla & ‘ng a a “wn 7 2 } the may You just folle er f ‘ : 1 epeated “ at * , ‘ Y nt i | : K s t Be rr ‘ | . p I Morgar gla ° Jere right in ~ . nes Nded a as te ps f sf - thse a . “It ain't eve t . a y wide he a t of c . a} . ; : | aa t : i e e arned s6 He paper a If you aro : | ried, rea A coffee roaster is not a clairvoyant. He can't “see” into the individual coffee-tastes of a city-full of people. But he can see that his coffee has a full-fledged flavor that always Sally k was game good luck, folks. wn course of conduct was clear ee eet cd be oe tor you to sit there shows up in the cup, no matter how you hands. 1 reckon it oui be ea than ro make it or how you like to drink it. At least, Ba! . at f a. ° ae. ‘They mek dia = Scitiaie ais dort MJB can and does! Tast_membe . fi fy ol tea ears?’ Dav’ erin, It makes Bat 3 Geeot ed. Then the ie ~ id a a meets Because it is a top-crop coffee of constant Kicked tt k . | THE | flavor, M-J-B stands ready to meet your taste trail, the fliv “Get in,” he said. aes Poe every taste in coffee. More than that, M-J-Bstands ready Fa | t She got in, setted herselt in ye The Tatooed Arm in to prove its economy in the cup. Extra-rich in body and strength—goes farther,costs less. i the pike for nearly | en hour, until they came to a roac that crossed it. Not a word was spoken. He fumbled with the dog eared document, unfolded it and| found the ticense uppermost, Hast-| something. I don't think very sert-|laugh or t They follow BY ISABEL OSTRANDER 1 (Copyright, 1 N. BA rvice, Inc) feel affronted at his ' ily reversing it, he studied the map. | ously about {t until t dreadful |sult to their intelligence.” | ' “This is where we turn off,” he| time a fortnight ago when in the mid: “The next day no one told me an ; atid dle of the night we were all awak-| thing until Mr. Grayle came over. It sity merely shrugged. ened by a loud knocking on the front | was awful!” He turned the flivver into the new |@9°F And finally Carter, tha butler,| “Who is Mr. Grayle “ queried the fe turned the flivver into | do’ 4 opened it. detect road and drove on for awhile. went down and opened Ii \4 Nee " “I was leaning over the balustrade, A neighbor, a naturalist, Patr j } ‘The Wreck shut off the engine and} | 14 what do you think I saw? Our |cin responded, “He and Uncle Rozer | jammed on the brakes. He began to} 1-41 policeman, Sam Clark, was|have been great friends ever since] Besticulate. He became abruptly | ringing in a stout figure, dreased all |he bought. The Rose Tree, next to Voluble, without any clear idea of| {OCC wte waite like w ghost that |the Kemp estate what he was saying. ., | reeled ag it walked. ‘I've brought Mr.| She paused ax a dees jow, don’t you worry a particle | Hobart home, Carter,’ Sam said. ‘I'd|fused her face And don't forget Trzz Tea r flush suf: Orange Pekoe { Black} or Japan [Green] It’s all my fault, every bit of it. Of} ,,, n to bed real qu the | gla smiled meets every taste in tea course, I hadn't any business to. | morning you t me wd bei ant ' But—but—1I just couldn't help it, | again we'll have to « ate what | Ww xpla that’s all. I was dreaming. I guess.|ne'5 got left in his ce tlor T got crazy notions. I thought may-| «14 was down in front of the | “He made axed.) be—well, anyhow it's my fault. And] 4.0.7 1m lo + |*te look tee > I'm sorry; that is, if you're sorry. |. seed out thes re t t he was ¢ 1 traw and he| fi ee est and dearest friends. | nd of course’ you know your If you're not— But wha the use} ind spouting like a Fourth i. said that he reg 4 so Aunt Jeru-| wood is like look. | tious old friend never makes up her of talking about that? I'll de Dest, you just see. head off for you. I'll de Who wouldn You ent me into tov | mind til the thing has be ell that he waa Julius ar,| discourse had not met with the * sent me int ind until the thing has been w , t Living in Holt ps ij wy gm | ing behind the scenes in the theater, | Han wall the thing has ie so late or e|proval of his hearers. On Saturday |other houseman, and a gardener : janalyzed and a rational judgment Set tas agg eS pgp ge ye WERE “wate tne’ ina aati tb where one Is always disillusioned at | deducted therefrons timated (Come and consult Mr. —<* h finding carpenters, scene sWifters,| 7 he whole town ‘ro him. | There, that, sounds more like orat Luc the p came out Soon's I touched him he seemed tola cf s 1 i ng | th # the work of a| hesitated once more. i mechanics, electricians, doing the | pedantic old Bee, doesn't it? Retabere and ‘Tii_make a Rohe aithect kay ee Ben 1nd recalled father’s tho, what the will nay when abe necg || (AN Intimate story of innermost emotions revealed by private letters) | Monot sus work which must be] I love you, dear. Write me aout dollars for you. I'll give you any-/tikely be all r the morning.” fon before the soldiers’ monu-|¥ou, Sergeant —————-——Y | done even in the Land of Make Be jeveryone, espec ally Leslie. thing in the world you want. All T) patricia had given an unconscious Insteting that they had both| | “She need see in me only what she] LETTER FROM BEATRICE GRIM-|is a part of the amusement life of |Heve. | BEE eee. tn yee et n of the coun tims to some strange ab-jsent forthe new houseman!’ Ser-| SHAW SUMMERS TO SALLY every city, every town, every, ham | donne ela teaatarteg Re pip (Copyright, 192, N. EA. Service, 1 .} ( * me. And I'll make good, e paused a ny ve ace of it|seant Miles announced t N, “D 7 is and ng people among | ai i. age make good. You're eae: hbo fae i tak Sars Plies le me go to church| Patricia's blue eyes openea very| 1 phage Sunde tgs la lete one comes to know the shadowy |the moving picture colony. I think! TOMORROW: Letter {rom Sally : the finest—Well, anyhow. I'm g0iN€ | there was nothing of amusament in| with her yesterday and I never | Wide. a peculair feeling I bad when I went |™en and women that flit across it/T am going to like it, but as yet 1)Atherton to Beatrice Grimshaw to make you happy, if it breaks My | the expressions of elther of her hear-|thought I could go thru such an| “Oh 4 you?” she breathed down on Holloywood boulevard the |@ite as well ax one does one's near-/ have only skirted along the outside, ' Summers. ¢ neck. And maybe, after a while— | ors, |agony of mortification! | “I want an asistant outs other day to do some shopping. It’s | — Just try me, that's all. I'l make! oid you get a closer view of your| “I made up my mind I would come|well," interrupted the detective. lan ordinary little city street, Most 00d, as sure as your name's Sally |e. er, Miss Drake?” the latter asked |‘? #e¢ you today, and then when|“You say that a gardener is needed, |of the buildings jow, some of | Morgan.’ Letts rabendsit |Unele Andrew was found this morn. |too?” Ithem qui Rieti, attaonis otithe She turned to him with a faint : ing—! | “You—you don’t know any de-|bank buildings quite imposing. Sun “Yes, I heard a sort of p be smile on her lips. She broke off once more an tho too|tective who is a gurdener, too, of! le 40 | net boulevard and even Santa Monica q “But my name isn't Sally Mor-|tnd me and farina dawn nt futhue|overcome to continue. ‘The detect you?" [boulevard arb in time soln: top| gan.” she said. Taniirtis ca ahincked horrified ex.|!V@ 8nd attorney glanced at each| “I know the very man!” Sergeant jquite as busy streets, Yet I doubt | Huh? Why—that’s right: 1 for-| session that Ithought he way going |°ter before the latter remarked: {Miles exclaimed with enthusiasm. |i¢ in the yes of the thousand and got.” His speech became lame Sih: archer wociethet ing io on, my child. Tell the Ser-| Patricia glanced from one serious |one persons who step off the Santa | — stood tching them bring father | S°2nt exactly what you told me.” |face to the other |Fe and other railroads entering Los “Well, that’s how I feel, anyway.” | iigtairs,” “Early this morning, Edward the| “Then you don’t think it Is Just] Angeles each day, there Is any other She studied him for eral “And where was your other uncle, |houseman found Uncle Andrew sit-| that they're losing they're minds, my | street than Hollywood boulevard. Onds, then laid a firm, warm hand| yr, Andrew Drake, during this|ti on the drawing room floor in|father and—and my uncles? You| ‘These people, as I did, expect to over one of his, where it rested on | tinieo |his pajamas playing like achild with | don't think my aunt will be the next} see New York's famou the wheel. | “Uncle Andrew slept thru {t all,"|#0me ornaments which he had taken |to go and then—perhaps—!" \transpianted out here in the: foot “Old-timer.” she said gently, “you | patricia od, “He ts awfully jolly |{rom the cabinet and mantel, and| She faltered once more but her nitis with all {ts dust and noise and | ; don't need all those words to s€¥/and the next morning he tried to| Hem he saw Edward he ran toward| meaning was unmistakable, and al-|tawdrinoss left behind, They expe it in.” make light of it, but when he learned | him on all fours growling as tho he|tho the attorney was discreetly silent |the jittle atreet will retain all the “But 1 wanted you to under-| ho: ally ill father was, he was ter-| Were Pretending to be some kind of|he Iaid one slim, blue-veined hand|oguence of New York's theatrical animal! Ed stand— tbIy worried jan ard has never got-|upon her arm reassuringly latmosphere, all the echoes of its “Perhaps I do." | “Your father was seriousty i, |(ea r being shell-shocked. This| (Continued in our next issue) |fonemian galety, and all the whie “But you don’t. What I wanted | then =A ISE ar aA oo pers of its spicy ndal you to understand was—was— It's Yes. If was a week before he | sedtleweod | Votevardl’: No Othe foolish, but—" His voice suddenly | went to his office in Wall street and A T {street in wll the world passes the | Tose to a sho “Well, how, Ij he ha DVE N URES gone to the village on lame him!’ Her small hed on the hings that were « ‘little white house on the outskirts of Kalamazoo, yet reaches to the| OF oe B TWINS rks Barton be pon alee 1d mines and oil fields | Wabiiseised PeuPeonee tt ‘i , | No other thorofare climbs the hill} d on her. | made! I w med before—but it NO. 12—NICK DELIVERS A PACKAC at Mont Matre to Sacre Coeur, where | ae eee ke spa ; all Paris can self, half laughin “You mean that your uncles have| "Mammy!" suid Cutle Cottantail and then he went in and looked at| thee rend ovo exhibited similiar signs of—er—accen-|One day. “This is the day Charlie|the pie LT tricity?" the detective asked. Chipmunk asked mp to go to his| It was ni ike antec aes {ded birthday ? batand ike fea by the myriads of y Not exactly similiar they hat's Cutie,” said Mrs. Cot-| Suddenly he looked at the clock ¢ done things that {t seems to me|tontail, as she finished cutting off|nd it sald 10 minutes to 2. Just love you.” I don't Sally's fingers closed around his. | hands cl “Now you're talking, Henry Wil-| chair. “T' liams,” she said, contentedly. the hor The Wreck : It wag minut Sally freed hi OSQUITOES need not larvae which eat holes. 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Chrehisiiy’ tall’ o8' alias’: wives Destroys All Insects More than seventy formulas were 1 would ¢ And Aunt Jeru-) making and put it into the oven, “1| 4 e wasn't washed or dres snows, ¢ nas it's temptations pie: | H " attitude is the most inexplic:|almost forgot about it.” or nows, or has It's temptations pi Flit spray destroys bedbugs, roaches, tested before the final selection was ny " | thing tured by impassioned orators with a bec inineezerat” he exclaimed. “I'd |¥reudian complex of the repressed rn oa 1M ei he Hd ae ame desires which multiply in the trop m dressed Mammy will be hor pasate |with Ct In the lonesome | | 8 | Just their eggs and larvae. Spraying Flit made. Flit is a 100% effective insec- on garments kills moths, It destroys ticide containing no inactive (inert) the eggs and the tiny worms called ingredients, Try Flitin your home, At all drug stores “And I haven't any present for im,” said Cutie, “I can’t go to his| party without taking him a birthds present, can 1?” ohn Wella ex nnot mean that she a. | ces of the earth, Hollywood boulevard is known “las the place where Gaiety and Love riie's present.” s he was brushing his 1 » no, Aunt Jerusha hasn't gone , that wouldn't do, Cutie,” c but she insists that there !d lthe doorbe ing. “The some. nahin wrong” Whaat nagerca |? mother. tim olne down net |inartl {4M "Thee's some ae continually asi on Oa STANDARD OIL CO. (NEW JERSEY) alienist this morning she was|0W to Nancy, Nick & Co,’s atore to! go he ran down and answered it, ; | fer than I have ever seen her, | Set You some new clothes to start to lang thore way Nick with « hax In Hollywood anything ean hap. ‘othing more happened for the SChool in next week "“T hurried,” said Nick, “because [DO 814 generally does—just ays it |firt week after father's strange at-| “And while I'm out I can buy|your mother wanted this to got here |{@PPens in every other corner of tack, except that Uncle Roger seemed| you a nice present for Charlle. I|hefore you went to the party, I'm|th® Slobe. But because the screen CANT BUST EM |to Brow more deeply troubled. He|think something to wear would be| glad I'm in time la ie jhad promised to give a lecture on| nice, don't you? “Thank yc wala ‘Gute. “Dit | waste wy Mh hero’s your jarchaeology at the high school Iast| “Yeu, I s'pose 0," said Cutie, but | just ready . ee a ters st ought Cutie jar to go now.’ Ine was #0) *t get | Wednesday, If I had only known!" |really he was, thinking, “I guess! “It’s the birthday present,” hel yy ae ree La Ab ican hat Nt } | bac “Was the lecture not given? |Charlic would rather have a kriife|snid to. himself, Mammy must. ha TE Feet SGM te lt i wa lyo ake ’ Bitterness sharpened her|or a box of cand ' or a box of candy or @ sailboat or|sent it because she couldn't 7 ‘ | so! ones 4 the nex " 2 cdot, ENOUe bt rs ve ra h tones. “And the next day | something.’ |home in time herself." | cies rie at His the Pont ‘| bey age was talking worse than | odby, Cutie," she said in al So he tucked the box under hia |" What!" shrie unite Gotta I rit had over fathers behavior! Ser-|few minutes. “I'll be homo as noon |arm and went off to the party Aree iol MNO tit PEG-TOP PLAYSUITS geant oan) that lecture was the|as I can. I suppowe I ought to take} “Oh, Mammy!” he sald when hel Ueerein maar ii oo eee Hon cous lravesty imaginuble!!you along to get you fitted, butlcame home. “I had the were to wear it,” Made by Elosssee: Heynemann Co, San Had ft been sheer drivel it wouldn't | you'll'have to stay at hor REG, U. 8. PAT. OFF, DESTROYS Flies—Mosquitoes —Moths beat time.) wut what do you think? ‘The ind see | Mrs, Chipmunk said to tell you that Ants—Bed Bugs—Roaches Frontieli: ioe Anguien, Porsiond, have been so bad, but it was a clever|that my ple doesn't burn pomby,"” | Hint was thé aides: bhihhalr meesect | ‘Ndi heard about it and Nick sald ig Kut design patented U.S, Patent No. satire, ridiculing the archueological! And uway she went | tai jay presen| was all his fault, so Cutle got Other Insects and Thelr Eggo sh4so. Infringemencs will be prosecuted Mab orlea obit hariie ever got, She gave me four Sov idee mult aon aie nt yeurs. The Cutle went out and played a audience didn't know whether to|bies with in, Billy Bunny jhelpings of ive cream and hie cousin, Billy Bunny,| “Birthday present!’ erie (Te Bo Continued) (Copyright, 1924, N. B.A. Serv Mrs, Inc.)