The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 16, 1925, Page 10

PAGE 10 so FAR ful flap WORY of mar and fine dren her friend, LOLA has three bables deapite the fact t BILL, te « gambler hyater # when Dick she do her own house Le. Dick borrows MAG his mother's maid, to teach © cook. Gloria refuses to STAN WAYBURN, whom a once lov her os him feave the house Gloria tells Dick that Wayburn is an interior decorator Next day while Gloria {# lunchin: with MAY SEYMOUR marrie riend, and her lover, JIM CAREW she meets MOTHER GRE sends her home ty > fines Dic MISS his secretary r at work in the house next day, Gloria plans a “wild” party and invites Wayburn. the rty is at arriy When hopes that Dick won't rec Wayburn the man ashe told un interior decorat Dick does. BRIGGS, | ts height, the} | But} | NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | FL OR.S see0R8 Gloria ¢ ought she was going to faint | The bright room whirled und her. She caught hold of a of Dick's coat to steady h Fs She tried to smile “What did you say,‘ dear?’ she gasped, There's such a racket in the room that I can scarcely hear your | Voice.” Dick did not return her smile, face was stern. ‘I said,” he repeated slowly. His} “I said that the man I saw leaving this | house the other afternoon is stand- ing over there by the door. ... How did you ever happen to ask him here tonight ... a man who had sold us a few lampshades? Or is he a friend of you Every word Dick said fell on} Ghiory’s heart like a hammer biow. + » Still she could find no an- awer, “ee She had had no idea that Dick had seen Wayburn’s face when he had met him leaving the house the other / day! + . + How could she ever explain te Dick that she had lied to him when she had said that Wayburn was a decorator calling about the lampshades? + How could she tell him the truth? That Wayburn really was an actor, who had had no business to be im Dick's house that day making love to Dick's wife! | | knew now y B that she had She wag sure he suspe Wayburn and the ampshade man" | T were one and 0) uddenly har n fas can can't er min up from a thief, tar lock up from a On one end of the = tab cow - + + Well, she just couldn't! Andline gining room was | eh: that was all there was to it! | bowl filled with iced f 1 and P No. The only way out was to bluff] 54, ; #t thru! . . . To tell another lie to! Glicin “Gille’ two :ghaneak “with the ~ cover the first one! | bitter-sweet stuff. ¢ ei And that ought to be easy enou “F call this my Indien ¢ BO Ly ry nether ltait because it'll lead Be Stant’ she cried recklessly, Andy S° Gloria threw back her shining head and laughed. “You're seeing things, Dicky!" she| Then Gloria went on in a low tone oried. “You're lit... . That isn't my} lampshade man or anybody ke him!| ‘That's Stanley Wayburn, who played| Jhere in stock Iast winter, Don't you | not?” he asked remember him? You're cuckoo! Just plain cuckoo! .. . I'll hi eut off your drinks tonight, see that!’ She left him. Dizzily she threaded her way thru the dancers to Way- burn’s side. The air in the hot rooms was heavy with the smell of perfume and alcohol. It made her giddy. | “How nice of you to come!” Glory smiled up at Wayburn, He took her I can | swered \here’n a nice little boy drained her giass friend fo u! Mr. Wayburn’s just be hand. The hard pressure of his palm|!0" 10 tnat hea dying to ; thrilled her, somehow. ... She felt) 9, ms if he had taken her in his arms.|7°O * 3° suing tnree more cock The pearls on Glory’s breast ' ; tail as she spoke. She atirred as she sighed deeply. emptied her own, and left Wayburc “Come along,” she said. “I want |*mpted h » he You to meet my husband.” Together they went back to Dick's porner. He was in a brown study. “Dick,” Glory said, “I want you/ te know an old friend of mine, § ley Wayburn. You've heard of him, of course. Some day Stan is going to back the Barrymore broth. ers right off the boards. ... out into the dining room, Stan, and Y'll give you a drink while nobody's looking.” Dick watched them as they went. Glory could feel his angry eyes ‘upon her. eee HERE was a sic! Come} shaky feeling}. at the pit of her stomach. She was terribly afraid that Dick with Myra LORIA’S head was going around and around, There was a sing ing in her ears. She knew she too much to drink. Much too Gloria started up the stairs. She| wanted just one thing in the world . lie down on her own bed and go to aleep But the stairs seemed to be made sch of rubber, She couldn't stand on| therm. “Here, eat a blotter!’ came Jill} Hough's voice. “It'll soak up some of the gin you've been drinking . Better sober up, old girl, before Dick sees you!’ But Gloria. pushed “Bill and his] “The poor Chinese fisherman,” said Mi O' Mi, “stopped in front of ihe jeweler's stall. “He had traded his four extra her- ring for a dish of rice grains, and ‘was on his way home. He was still thinking of the pearl boats he ‘ad seen that morning and could ‘not help wondering how big the pearis might be. “It a pearl were as large an a pigeon’s egg, they would put it in the middle of the Emperor's crown,’ he thought. ‘If it were aa big as R teacup they would put it in the forehead of Confucius in the tem- ple, no doubt, and if it were as big as a cocoanut they would— He was at a loss to know. “It was at that minute that he passed the jeweler’s stall and he stopped. “It was such an unusual thing for him to do, #0 different anything he had ever dono in hin life before, that for a minute he was confused. He looked to the right and looked to the left as tho he were guilty of some secret deed,” waid Mi O' Mi. » “The jeweler noticed this and be- ing a cunning man, he called out, ‘Come in, my good man! What can { do for yott?' For he suspect ed that the fisherman might have stolen a jewel and that he could it from him for a few pennien fhe fisherman looked more con fused than ever as ho stammered, *L was just wondering what could be done with a pearl as big as—as vik ae—a cocoanut! “The jeweler'n squinty eyes looked aquintier than ever, He almost for got to breathe, A pearl as large an * cocoanut! He got up and sa from | : Olive Roberts Barton NO, 12—THE PEARL AS BIG AS A COCOANUT | my good fellow, and dine with me,’ he begged. ‘We shall discurs the matter.’ “The poor know what to say. He was af. to accept, but he was also afi to refuxe. The first thing he knew the jeweler was putting up his shut ters for the noon hour, and beckon- aid not fisherman ing. So in he went j “Never had the poof fisherman | eaten such food! Soup, meat, and| fine fruits of all kinds, “‘and now for the pearl!’ said | his host. ‘Let mo see it.’ | “Tl haven't such @ thing!’ cried the fisherman, ‘I only imagined it I wondered what could be done with | itt’ | “The jeweler was so angry that he started to beat his guest He beat him out of hin house and into | the street, There he was arrested | and fine 100 yen. And fifty of it was given to the poor fisherman for what he had suffered at the hands of his host.” “What did the poor fisherman do with the money?” asked Nick “Bought some straw and started | a basket stand in the bazaar and | then later became a silk merchant,” | said Mi O' Mi. “He was one of the rick®s men in Hong Kong in 10 years,” “There wasn't a fairy in that story,” sald Nancy, ‘I watched every word.” “On, hol ered the Story ‘Teller “that's all you know, Thoughts are fairies—-both good and bad. The | fisherman had n thought about « and it b Phat'a tru “That ht him a fortune admitted the Twir was a good story anyway (To Be Continued,) deemed to the ground, Come in, becopyright, 9025, de 1s As Service, Ino 9 25 tonight,” she said. mu x i A ak na little drink | follies pecia wome 5 Well, go and Whatever you do, don’t pay any | ¢, ah attention to me, tonight!" she said. | giyy culty Stan raised his eyebrows. “Why ; aa) Neaathes “Because I have the most Je ; ; ‘ ib to| husband in the world Pash en ; “And he saw ng), a “4 t the house the other egies ates thinks he did. Here Myra Hore Gail! Give her asthrii! ... she's not yi en rota.” Glory heard having a very gay time saat tall nadpeiectes cient he Mrs. Gail trail ne room Ne Behind one hand 1a tin — ; eee... See. yawn bs “Myra, dear,” ! 4 THE OLD HOME TOWN >, WILBUR. WITHERSPOON MOM’N POP GOOD LANDS WILBDR, TO THE CITY TODAY AFTER SPENDING A WEEK WITH HIS FOLKS ALONG BUCKc CREEK TTLE PDE Wl eatrice Burton © '9 ligh 1 sprang hap nigh spo em AR Fle NEA SERVICE ING. in half kfast a Way ma! he put and Btar another's gave m 6 hand and turned on the wall in the alcove bit the pa apart. Glory laughed are @ pa polling your \EFrorts $ALESMAN $AM (ONITED) AGAIN. | THAOUGH onn's | | 1 Gor LODGING - He LIVING SLOW Outt AND Hid WIRE WE FIND One More TH Ou) Pisowte PROAELDINGS = othing but a third-rate # pened to look | And nt of him kissing Myra Gall had fled ¢ et, somehow Horia’s whole evening, . «| rate actor “bo BOOTS AND HER TH AMO A OF AND BUY UP A LOTTF | HELLO , BOOTS- THIS 15 Lock | CMON WAVE LOACH WITH ME P ON TH BEACH!!— LETS GET Wwanin SORTED AAT AWAY — 1 LL ot 4 GO St& AvouT A STRAND THEM 10 f saat YOO Go To HW BUTLHER POUNDS AWRIGHTIE / LES \ CANT BEAR To THINK |! OF YOU WORKING —AND HANWC SOMEONE BOBSING You , nid a hand on her bare | turned ata ou om e You " give your nad-eyed friend and I did my best to give ay you did!" Gloria answered 1, anyway, I'm not © about it re may ¢ kinsed hundreds t sing Myra Gat ent back into the kiteher 1 that coffee now, please," | Maggie, “and then let's p I'm wick and tired of | a anywa wher coffee, MM. 1 an note pa my x to have him \ artic He's» rir - Hous airs You Ps 2 I th Gloria, | (To Be Continued Tomorrow) pe! | HOR! | Got Me SOB THS MORNING DOWN } AT Th’ ch! MILLINERY \ |f SHOPPE ~— EB) 1} i LH ) ®t J ORE BLK LY 10 Pounds ANT BY MARTIN WHATS THIS | HEAR ABOUT YOOR LOOKING | FRA JR? _ ESE How MANY | HATS DID Yoo SELL ? | ee WEUL- THAT , Fad oxy q s J {<4 SELL NOTHIN =| BooguT AIN'T So BAD! | BEFORE | —— | Daly DECIDED ip BETTER | TODAY if Ce Ai a You DIDNT FERGIT YouR NIGHTIE DID You Mitiecdaat THANK You FoR THOSE CLARENCE LWANT TO WONDERFUL FLOWERS ‘YoU SENT ME LAST EVENING - THEY'RE Too BEAUTIFUL FOR WORDS OH THAT'S NOTHING +L BOUGHT You SOMETHING ELSE TODAY - Vo I WAS STANDING IN FRONT OF A JEWELRY STORE AND L SAW THISIN THE WINDOW AND I COULDN'T HELP THINKING OF YOu = L_HAD IT DONE UP IN THIS. LITTLE Box — f GEE-MOMLL GIVE ME A SPANKIN’ WHEN SHE SEES ALL TH PAINT ON AY WAIST 2, \ OM WELL, WHAT HAS \_ T BE JUST HAS To BE, ASS ALL! BY BLOSSER a 6000 GRIEF! How DID YoU COME Yo 6ET THAT BLACK PAINT ON. WHY, WAS LEANING NER WALLACE'S FENcE ]SI6N UP-WET PAINT- LOOKIN’ AT WILLIE WORK IA HIS see GARDEN — a BUT WILLIE MAS A Bis ) 1 SAW IT MYSELF I SAW THAT-BOY EVERYBoDy KNowS WHAT A FIBBER WILLIE L DIDN'T KNOW Your SIZE BUT I HOPE IT FITS YOUR FINGER - GIVE ME YOUR HAND 4 TILL LTRy IT ON- BUT HAVE You SAID ANYTHING ‘To PoP ABOUT IT? BY TAYLOR YES-AND HE Said \ You ALWAYS WANTED A SILVER THIMBLE!