The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 20, 1925, Page 8

P PAGE 8 Se [FLAN DER VTE ry Beatrice Burton © 1925 NEA sERVicE INC. SRPATTLE STAN MONDAY, JULY 20, 1925. BY SWAN TT SALESMAN $AM OH B0Y- WE OUGHTA Do | Yemi-| Nome \ (2 HAs PB Bi BUSINESS Tils WEENM - BODY HAVE | LaATet j THE ” BENEVOLENT PATERNAL IN THEE ORDER OF ELKS 6 Hol pe) KDW SAYING iN WELLCOME Fai | IT'S CONJENTI On. ING THis WEEK peot | WE OCVEHTA DO OUR PART Too | WELCOME ae, 2 i Be Ok ey fadout 2 a nald scot thes od better, [WELCOME J. BoP. oO Ean | omen) a ‘One little swig won't hurt you,” |hu 1 r 9 die if some convention 4 x. Hace rect Gn aeattoeniye Mk (ob thls pain pretty | | CeO ft gercome— SU NELLOME || fered > th flask. Cor ao ” ~ anni a ani | sport Bhe clenched her teeth, Her whol r ta ok he ad body was a mass of red-hot pair GRE won't try-to learn | she maid emed to spin away Th s RANGHILD you're going to!” Wayburn’s volce| ‘The next time Gloria opened her | | Abruptly he gripped her wrist. | ing Bhe seemed to be looking ml . {Gloria could feel his hot breath in| straight into it -~ a on | : ges ‘ ‘ 5 G4 SAM-\TS GREAT STUFF \ GOLLY -\ Foro |" rf Hut after a while she saw that It] [4 JOIN TH’ SPIRIT OF TH! PLL PROUT Tre a During t | n't!" she ¢ Don asn’t the sun, after all, but a PRT OALE- BUT STANLEY WAYBURN | His mouth jed her 4) burning on @ table ni her, It vy BFFORD A BiG SIGN LIKE THAT—) 1 THin | Ch FY, with whom she ts in clumsy kiss an oll lamp with yellow s |) WAS GONNA USE THAT Madey / IT- WHERES TH’ = bes ud, MAY 8 DUR, wite ]} Gloria got her arm between his| shad TOR PW SIGN AOVERTIZING- oy ity p with Wayburn. | chest and hers, Sho pushed him] poside it sat @ little old lady, wit OUR PANTS SALE —it ber Sih i 7 ier w eho has been | jaway from ber, jround, red cheek wrinkled like wi “ x _ tan of nieygglias love | “You poor sap!’ she almost|ter apples 6 was knitting _— 2 Y ‘ tells Gloria he has been screamed, “Don't touch moe when oe ‘ E job in Now York. He needs ]I'm driving! Do you want me to] “Whe m 17 Gloria thought UTKEM ‘ # money ia & im from |wreck the car? We're almost in the |'T uddenly, who remembered 4 &é P lof the re © sun had gone “Where's Star he asked 4 [fee apt parler ge eet ieioaed? seve sarenl EST HANTS ARTH (/ Chotek golng rain gleamed on the wind { Whee it : r fore “Ape owe, $128 pen Pain ‘Hy | OW GO ON WITH TH c marked, carelessly c \ Gloria went y.| the corner of his seat. He was look 1 1 Then, present! tears | ing at her very hard and tnter we ne on a little wet ball of cambric hand- His jay hardened his auto kerchief. She looked up at Waybura | | beni e with wet, red-rimmed eyes | Ref a knew wh hap- |settir n © sald “How can I help crying?” she per had her tn his arma ag And while the mist getting od. “It's endt ‘o think} . ; FS 5 He t her head back and kissed the in n to ge h @ with - gael taty a = sedi . 7 ne There came a crash! The sound of splintering glass! Al wre as ot ae teens: m lidn't Qixappear just | - - - that pore ing where that Cho. blinding glare as of a thousand lightnings! Then . . . dark ‘ Rseet ne on h AY, be| allok as you ple ee BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES he} Star Oh, it was too much! Gloria burst want youl: I'd sive anything in the) Eire HER BROT WROTE, HER LAST ety fresh sobs you've changed 1 12] Wayburn patted her ler his minute...” The minter has telephoned te Bec Beane: LHD 3 LAOH AT Ne cabin dean Abe See Wa n put his arm around her,|I never know wh ith | comforting ia forwot all about the car, A h for ‘an ambulanoe.: It" ought PER Bor (T WAS So FUNNY, YOO YO HAVE HER WORK~IT WOULD BE Mee wis’ a Wook ot Gitnepanae tel Soa Well, I'm not so happy about|/she wanted was to got Stan's face |to be here for you any minute now KNOW SINCE SHES BEEN WORKING CHEAPER FOR HiM TO PAY HER. his eyes. Nothing in the world|” Gloria drew a long sobbing breath, |eA¥i0K You, Uttle Russet.” he sak. away from her, She was frighttully}the old lady’ went on, , AND TERS. TO SAVE A LITTLE, TO WORK. | CEG SHES Bored him quite so much a wom- If you had my mind you'd want ates it me may belafraid of him suddenly, She raised | ahe hiss : rs care u enon’ SvES MorE abhedl har ‘o i ae aoe Ae day we'll ever have to-/poth her hands from the st 1 automobile outside the houne. It robbed her of all the | to we it, too," she enid. “It's! cother, Let's make the most of It!"|wheel ead caught him neatly v footateps came acrons that made her a thrilling | driving me crazy, I try to put you n'a’ baie? anal’took! * asa 2 hs ¢ the little farmhouse tha’ companton. of it. . . but you keep coming | , ae Me dee ee ee bth Gloria. | « come, Russe . et Se a ae r " here ca crash! The sound Bae oome . Comme. Rae ” i've done my best, not dered her nose and chin with the|.oipeecin s! A biin door of the toom opened and said impatiently. “Only a few days|think of you for weeks. Oh, Jexpertness of an actor who under-|"PUnerne Bane, ok ot 1 farmer, followed by two men, ago you were ready and willing | what am 1 going to do when you're| stands makeup perfectly a) ae leame in. The two men carried « Rever to see me again! How come|gone? Gloria could smell whisky on } darkness otf & Olive Roberts Barton NO. 17—THE “Now I shall said Tassy the Lion to introduce you to JULY POLE | But it seemed that the kir started the Tw mething, the Twins, when they reached the| could hear it passed from May Pole—I mean the July Pole—! mouth t “Deep what? fn the Land of Wonders And i the The Twins got off the lion's back, | more um) ‘and taking cach one by the hand,| “Wo around the kind lion took them around. |the Jul Organ “There's a queen, you know,"|Grinder, “unless exactly said he. “She should be called the! wha are singing about Queen-of-the-May, but as we. are! thing for you to say late starting she {s called the Queen- of-the-July. If you notice anything odd about anything, I just wouldn’t let on.” It was hard for the children not to laugh, for everything was odd bout everything, The July Queen Was oddest of all. For instead of & wreath of apple blossoms on her| hair, she wore a wreath of green apples, She sat in a rocking chair and never ceased rocking, not even when she held out her hand to be kissed when the Twins were pre- sented. And moreover she was fat and ugly and had her hair done in a waterfall. “She,” thought Nancy, “must be one of the ones against bobs. I hope she doesn’t One thing I'm thankful for, I haven't got a shingle or a boyish cut, or likely she wouldn’t let me in at all.” **You're to lead,” said the July Queen without stopping her rock- ing. “And 1 hope the lion has taught you the words of the song. It's to be ‘Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep,’” “The deep what?" asked the July King coming up just then and start- ing to rock another rocker. “Now please don't start any- thing,” whispered the Queen behind her fan, but loudly enough to be heard by everybody. mention mine.| | rem | “w 1 the Drum Major m year in and year |play it on your hurdy gurdy out heart or feeling or expre: |I suppose th hi }don’t kno you?” out with what it's asked yout.” the | “Do Grinder. Organ | “It's drier than the y f }last,” answered the Major flicking some dust from his cuff “Geese don't do so well |, But just the same, body | knew that he didn't knew that they knew 1 | know. | The Tit-Mouse wh | Match Seller, and whispered to the Ge: General whispered to Girl, and the Goose Girl sald to Cat, “Deep what?" |} “EL know,” said Nick. “It's the | deep sea.” | He roared the lion. | {The forbid word! He 4 it | “He said it! shouted everybody. “Off to jail with him.” “Turn the key twice,” | Jul still rocking. } it! Not so fast!" bieat ed the Black Sheep suddenly. ‘I’m the wisest here being clothed in sheep-skin. There are two kinds of sea. We'll have a trial.” i | (To Be Continued.) (Copyright, 1925, N. BE, A sald the LETTER FROM LESLIE PRES- COTT TO THE LITTLE MAR QUISE — CONTINUED I hope you haven't got tired of my long, long letter, Little Marquise, for I have much more to say to you, because I am now recording one of the most interesting things that has ever happened to me, When Melville Sartoris said, with this mouth close to my ear, “Almost thou persuadest me!” I thought: “What a queer remark to make!" For a moment I almost lost the rhythm of the tango we were danc- ing. Mr, Sartoris pulled me up sharply. “Tired?” he asked. “Shall we stop dancing?” “No, I'm not tired,” I answered. “I'm just trying to translate or in. terpret your last remark “It needs no interpretation, lady fair. It’ stands stark and clear In its simple declaration; Almost thou Dersuadest me?" “'Persuadest’ you of what or to what?" I asked almost impatiently, for 1 had always thought I was a DANGING “LBARN RIGHT? from MISS BRIGHT Clnan and Private Lessons 10604 4th nt Pine MAIn-7925 Gm )B ED am “ww Third Ave. A. LUNDBERG CO, clever woman, and I could not un-| derstand this riddle | He said nothing, and we danced on in silence until the | | music stopped. | | “Come, Mrs. Prescott, will you| come out on the balcony for a little | while? Perhaps then I can inter- | | pret my last remark.” | I glanced over to the table whers | Syd and Jack were. Jack was talk ing earnestly. He had not missed me. Syd seemed ‘restless, but I could not tell whether it was be cause he was not much interested in what Jack was saying, or be- | cause the tango had finished and I | h not returned to the tab! | "Yes, I will go with you paid “1 don’t think I'll be missed for 15 minutes or #0." Melvilie Sartoris led me to a shel- | tered out on the wide balcony three stories above the street that had been fitted up for after-the | dance confidences. Whoever had | furnished it had arranged {t in such & way that altho there might be 20 couples there, all of them would | have a certain privacy of their own. After settling me on a long steam- er chair he drew up a gaily chintz. upholstered one and seated himself vn the arm of it “Leulle,"" he sald gravely, “I want you to know moe,” “But I do know you, I asserted. however, | | Mr, Sar- | I do not think you do. In] fact, 1 sometimes think I do not} know myself. ‘Tonight I am going to try and explain myself to you, breat Gloria screamed with pain wher a sp and laid her on it whimpered like a burt animal the way © screaming n @ trap, to town as the ambu. own ¥ the same had traveled that afternoor And I guess I'm losing civing room of « hospita forthe." were | Two nurses were One ; Wayburt on t n a’s mud | AW HECK! | WENT “If you're not tle flask and ntood be Down TTELL my ‘ ey t Horia put out her t Boss | HAD Quit make @ good woman of ain. Bat bbaen’y WY HE SAD HE he sald. “Doesn't he let idan cietioed har it Ohare Wolo tO a drink any more, either THA AREL Var oyed with EVER I'll tell tho cock-eyed world he|'?', n't. Not if he sees me first!” Then she looked all around} nurse. Where wan Sta Could he be pinned under t |wrecked car? . . . Gloria's brea flask) most stopped at and unscrewed | MMO i % ia anwsered. Tough luck for you,” pathized. Ho took a leather-covered from his hip pocket © top of it ria gave her mother’s name and 7 hen she began to “TI want my mother bee? ant my mother And tell heaven's sake to find out pened to Stan f t Stan sym- © sobbed * she called su? Answer m Yo use my asking you to have a drink of this then,” he said cheer- fully. He winked at her and tilted oa py ted to th eof tan in ‘ the flask agatnst his lips based Met Intoxicated state, wanderin cid el pee With almost und the dark country roads he dr o's Stan? Your hubby?’ the we She |} ked. * Gloria sald. She ¢ He was darkly fl in the dista hed and there Sanat on when T met 204M TDD) CENTER FOLKS BY SMALL caer i es orcas FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS BY BLOSSER GOSA' DID V'EVER SEE in her own cars, Waybu j rae answer | i i { Ai) | SUCHA CRY RABY? TH 6LAD “You don't DURN TH! LUCK! Gor | dag [1 DONT HASTA TAKE CARE Fig SOE os fa oaanse A BITE AN’ AFRAID Sy oF KO BABIES! _— LITLE SISTER, br theca T’ PULL IT IN FER (Oy yoanns 5 ‘ 2 without it *hooched’, YOU GO SAYIN’ MEAN THINGS ABOUT HER FEAR Ov SOILIN’ \4 TH CLotHes ! me do drink 1 up in the if you don’t watch too much! your ste All rig a drin rrie Nation, id help me you take get rid of the Stan suggested sul lenly. wling by n, don't tempt the driver. She's got to kesp her wits Sana ATH SEEMS Td AE SHES A REG'LAR cRY BABY= SUE CRIES ALL TH! TINE TM THINKIN! yes ) \ yasslyeus! » SHE'S GONNA BE A BASEBALL. FAN! SKE AINT CRYIN’ I WANT you 7 know! e's JUST PRACTICIN' A FEW VELLS! sf y POP SLUPE FIGURED MONDAY A Goop DAY FOR FISHING, WHILE MA FIGURED iT & GOOD DAY FoR POP To HELP WITH THE WASIt- THE MATTER WAS FINALLY SETTLED ON A FIFTY-FIFTY BASIS - Many a terrible photograph is true 16, to life. | MOM’N POP Daa Mn Giumwi- ) tock a Job aa Dev man but J iarcl about Ubeak Mud, beautifying adi embers barr arnt att | Hat yi tos a get customers to Ace (ETMS STOFF DON'T HELP MY VOICE UM OUTA LUCK ind then, altho we may never meot again—for LT am galling tomorrew for an indefinite stay abroad—t will | be able when out there in some night on w tropieal sea, to conjure | | up your wistfully beautiful face, and | hear the echo that will always be | in my heart of your exquinite voter | Nt a 1925, N. 1, A. Service, Inc | TOMORKOW—Latter from Leslie | Preauuusde, Ae (eee Liddle, ans gilt, |