The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 22, 1925, Page 10

PAGE 10 Ee pd Unfike any story you have ever read ~ oy b Published by Arrangement With First National Pietures, Tne, and Watterson BR, Rothacker SYNOPSIS: Ait with an gosaur among the nM mind | | CHAPTER VIL (Continued) | said he, at “we've r q fellah my] aso he *pro one wor st, 41 *} didn't ask y are, up t Why, I've s from L he's the risk, } feliah, where have John Ba jeman, joc is} like a devil above this. 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FOND OF LAND - AND — — thought I remembered your f Why, I was there when you got try against Richmond—as} fin wervin’ run ax T paw the) w ason, [never miss a Rugby | hit I can help it, for it is the} oat gamy we have left, Well, T] a in here just to talk | H t f ee ma mar and you can sid take it x it with outfit?" t for Para next and if the Profe y t, I think we what? Very good, I him, What abou! 1 seo to that.” “Can you shoot’ | “About average territorial stand. | sneaks the your gun | for, unless | madman or a li YA WILL WIT AWE IA TH gun have yo! Ho crosse as he threw it op » of glistening Ia, like the pipes THER! SBE HOW YA up with the as he lies in bed x of the be but » ional winner | x. and a dead . too, can't leave a to die like that “What do you mean to do, then?” I asked. “Well, my idea was I could'rush him. ‘h-pump, we'll &' supper of his lif s rather de to come suddenly into one work. I don't think that particularly brave man. I Trish imagination which makes t unknown and the untried more te rible than they are. On the o' hand, I was brought up with a For of cowardice‘and with a terr of such a stigma. I da th could throw myself ov precipic like the Hun in the history hook: age to do it were qusstioned, | t it would surely be pride and| rather than courage, whi would be my inspiration.. The altho every nerve in my body shrank | from the whisky-maddened figure | Which I pictured in the room above, T still answered, in as careless a voice} as I could command, that I was feady to go. Some further remark of Lord Roxton’s about the dang only made me irritable. per eas | & Olive Roberts Barton © food ix got Into | ¢ 7 axite ex-| “E got that dig) He glanced up at} “Ten more | © added me | Bland nid he puld hay s collection 1T'S EARLY YET JEANETTE - LET'S Go DOWN To THE RITZY ANB.HAVE A BITE To RAT Wess Peruvian slavedrive I waa the flail of oso parts, I may | t find it in a ery one of us for human rig never feel clean a. made a little war ed it myself, waged | nded it myself. Each of © nicks | ra a murderer @ good row of them—what? That | big one is for Pedro Lopes, the king} of them all, that I killed in a back ater of the Putomayo river, Now, | here's something that would do for you.” He took out a beautiful brown. | and-silve Well rubbered at} arply sighted, five cart ridges to the clip. You can trust your | life to that.” He handed it to me} 1 closed the door of his oak cabi- (Continued in Our Next Issue) NO. 183—DOWN COMES THE BEANSTALK “Whom are asked the bea We're looking for Snitcher| Snatch, the goblin, who ran off with the snuff box belonging to the | Fairy Queen's uncle,” replied Nick. “Then I saw him,” sald the bean- atalk fairy. “He climbed up t beanstalk just a few minutes ag He had crooked legs and a long nose and ¢ arm looking for?’ alk fairy. | en box un-| Dear!’ cried Mister Whizz. do you suppose he has “To Beanstalk Land, of course,” said the fairy, “That's the only} place this beanstalk goes to. What | do you want to know for?” | “We'll have to catch him,” said Nancy, “The Fairy Queen after him. She gave her uncle the snuff box for his birthday and he| loves it dearly, He misses it so| much he can't sleep. He hasn't| had @ good sneeze since the Monday | last, or was ft Tuesday—I sent us| beanstalk fairy shook his} head, ‘Ig it as bad as all that!” he| remarked. “One just hears of one| sad thing after another. I just said| to my next door neighbor ye | day, in the green pod opposite! mine, that no one longer knew how long he was going to have a roof over his head.” | Scarcely were the words his mouth when—crash! | Down came the beanstalk out of | the sky and lay as fiat os a pav-| ing stone | If the Twins and Mister Whizz| hadn't been extra spry on their} feet, they would certainly have been smashed, for the beanstalk wasn't like on ordinary beanstalk. It was more Ike And if the 1 Whizz had , vouldn’t 1 more story to tell. | But they weren't. When ihe bean. n to wobble and shake, out of a tree Mister there wins and \bor yest | have | (Copyright, 1926, they got out of the road just in|} time to save their heads—altho Mis: |} of his toes pinch- | had chillblains on it} ter Whizz got one ed and ha winter Olt" cried the beanstalk fairy | awling out of his beanstalk house and looking around. “What did 1 tell you? I Just said to my neigh. day that one no longer long he was going to L root ove I have! no roof now. | “But you stl Nick, for that ppened?”’ YWVANH knew ho | a head,” said be thankful | uppose has | It happened. once the fairy of the giants Beanstalk Land had a cold once, and he sneezed extra hard and the bean before, “One Dan Cupid and the bumble beo Whizz| both have wings and both of them The |can sting you, tricks and | Mister quickly at's it exactly, goblin is already at his one of the giants has sneezed again, We'll have to hunt another m seed and grow you another bean- stalk as soon as we can.” (Lo Be Continued, N. BLA Tho grief and sorrows of the com- mon lot. Blot out the ego that doth crush my soul Beneath {ts load of selfishness and TheTangle|....°=' ng e And let me know, what now I dim- - gucns, LETTER FROM LESL| PRES- COTT TO RUTH BURKE, CONTINUED I have talked about Karl's poem that possibly {t may disappoint you, but if you do not get the real soul and spirit of it, I shall be quite “mistaken, Here it The fullness of Thy purposes; for my desire For which I vainly placed beside. Humanity's great need, nothingwess. }O Thou, Judge over all! plead, 80 much Suffer my mean, ungenorous p That Thou wouldst change changless Inwa, Which make trict moat divine is \ PRAYER “OR EVERY pay | O Thou, Almighty 1 Teach me to take dole |To fall upon unheeding ears, Bring Of good or ill, and murmur not. 6 Oh, make my finite mind to grasp ‘To feel Thy love justice, merey rom Thee my » Which, all-embrac BACK WITH A ROCK, WILLYAT? | That, in Thy infinite plan, there is} | No place for my weak cries against | when | sinks {nto BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES ooo! 1 JUS CANT EAT ANY Mone / BOT ('M Goin! VRINIGH TWIG \F IT KALS ME. TWNGS | UST CANT EP YROM EATING Joe Is a Great Little Promiser! ON MY MIMD BESIDE YOUR FEW DOLLARS! ") MY MoNeY 1S TIED UP IN A cot / ee BUT We LAST Time I AXED FoR MY mone, ) YoU SAID You'd PAY ME INA 1 oid Ee ea CHOOSE MY OWN WEEK |. a(t 1 HOPE T CaN 4 BOO HOO HOO! THERE'S ONLY ONE THING. V'DO, CORA. OPAL \S “Too Good A c COOK —— WE'RE GONNA HAVE To WRE HER! —— AN AN, STAND STILL~ Tag Doesn’t Come in for Consider TM 6ONNA TELL Mom WAT You pin! YOULL 67 Ir Just You WAIT AN SBE! I ADORE THAT SELECTION THE ORCHESTRA JUST PLAYED - 1 WONDER WHAT THE NAME OF IT 1S? UD LIKE To GET THE MUSIC FOR OUR PIANO! EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO t° ssc THE FISHING. SEASON WLC OPEN PRETTY 300N, EVERETT, ap) | NOS MG OF CAST Ll CAUGHT —-~ HO A a —_—— ing, |rhy way t right; and tho in fol- Not only me about, but takes the| whole wraps lowing it My path loads o'er the plowshare's Great universe within its sheltering folds, lurid red, | Still will 1 trust Thy guidance sure, | LHE Thy will be donef® ARENT YOU ASHAMED OF YOURSELF F Look WHAT YOU DID To OUR 6000 OMBRELLA" BREAKING IT OVER THE HEAD CF YOUR OLN BROTHER! BY TAYLOR WHY G0 AND ASK S09) SOMEONE ! SAY WAITER -I'D ) LIKE Ta KNOW THE NAME OF THAT PIECE OLD HOME TOWN STEM WINDING —— a WATCHES SILVER =) “TOOTH PICKS MOUSTACHE CUPS & HORSE CUPPERS You GIVE UP t@a\ THAT Fool WHITTLIN BUSINESS: DANG BUST THAT KNIFE. IT NEVER DID WORK Good FoR. MORE THAN Four HOURS | TOA STRETCH: ; we HERM DooLITTLE ONE OF THE MOST INDUSTREIOLS WHITTLERS ON MAIN “TODAY, “wk ‘ | and @y officncy of this prayer by writing While yet I lift my streaming eyes anything more, LESLIE, to Thee (Copyright, 1925, N. B.A. Service, Inc.) | plu? WHY SKY IS BLUE di OXFORD, Eng.—Why isthe iF, Sir Ernest Rutherford » says i Cambridge university say8 caused by the scattering of ot of the sun by the molecules of air, { TOMORROW—Loticr from Lestie There, dear, I'm not going to spoil | Prescott to Roth & Chapman, in- the beauty of this poem and the terior decorators, Pittsburg.