The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 6, 1925, Page 24

Continued afoty Rou re ever such Was the ume girl's seemed very 1 & part of she took t tween her gio his head dow kissed him full s'prise for y surprise a t boats all racing Ian't food was crowde with with one another. Out of all the traffic that flowed past the dance-hal! party, among all they overhauled and Whether she whether they had ot he did not k 1 ware him w nt ment later with a bu: As for Laure, he knew her very/in his hands. This bundle he un- well by now and she knew him—even | roiled, displaying a fine fur parka, better, This knowledge had come to sod of whith was fringed with them not > fox-tall facing, the skirt and never cheap- jeeves of an elabor cker-board ul paid or was red sk or underst she cried. ad not the sii ike one. learned much inquiry without cost—wis but precisely wh was int good hall alwayy thank you.” w above all t scene when hi him. He tu lips to speak, then tracks. He could senses, for there, lounging at against the bar, his into grin, stood Joe Mc Pierce was inclined to ignore the tation, osity ac ter of him and he a ered “Weil! This is a surprise. Do you own a pair of seven- t stop dis place no lon tart for Dyea. W of dat, eh? Prett When his great y bared his teeth secldbt: Na ecetaie sald: “Thought ye w¥on tenhy al “At idn’t you? But I fooled of Se hema os fooled all of you. I jumped out to}, ¥ Siecitar the States and caught the last be for St. Michael, made connec there with the last up-r packet, here Tam. I d ait; I'm a her.” Pierce was upon the answering Joe's indirect th a warning, when his attenti attracted to a short, thick-set, ner ous man at his elbe t had edged close and wa queeck ague boot ré@ ave no p we lived a queer life, father and was puzzle ide.” ‘I'm go- son. ‘Be a thorobred t's what he a aid, Sam Kirby made his point weaken.’ staring cu ought Dawson she y brave li'l badness is here. he tapped his chest with a huge fore. Theta, Wes: ho ne ‘ rO-| finger, “I'm satisfy! We go to Daw- duction. Pierce ei ; stranger as another McCaske r the family likeness was stamped upon his features. Dur! ward moment the two men eyed each other, and Joe McCaskey Your work is here,” tested. “I can't take you g an awk-| je ¢ t'ing ‘bout work," ald, with a grin. “Plenty tam I try fo aoe ance t eeonoee ; to run away from him, but alway “This is Frank,” the r he catohs tp wit" me. plained, with a ma Sk “H Teh A Hoot mas mad ai, wae Pane sayt. Here ‘ou sacrifice too much another guy y t to meet.” H Poor?’ ‘The p iald a han still a in amazement on strange’ r & acrosy the| peech feller par in convers with a white aproned atte “Count, here's that fellow I told you abou | The mar addressed turned, expos-| a+ ing a handsome, smi ornamented with a mustache. “I beg pardon? laimed, vacuously “Meet Phillips. some dope on x chuckled. Phillips flushed; then he vhy ttt th paled; his face hardened “Ah! To be sure.” Count C bowed, but he did not extend hand. “Phillips! Yes, yes. I remem ber. You will understand that I'm distracted for news of Hilda with you, perhaps? “I lett her employ at White Horse he’s not here, she'll probably appeared Dieu! I'm Anybody is reech so happy. Mebbe I second long he’s well an’ sell my claim.”" “Your claim? Dawson?’ [stake him las’ winter, He's pretty -} claim to look at—plenty snow, nice cabin, dry wood, everyt'in: He ¢ Mebbe I sell him for bee; n give your fy any gold?’ was genuinely curious Biccatrse I stake him, *Poleon I stake dey never has so much gold you can see wit’ your eye, Not one, un’ I stawe t’ousan’, Mo, I hear dose }man talk ."bout million dollar; | I'm drinkin’ heavy so T t'ink ey | millionaire, too. But bimeby y .. | sober ag’in an’ my money she's gone. cellent; I shall surprise her ‘m res'less feller; I don’ stop long Pierce spoke dryly. ‘I’m afraid it | /™ res’ feller; T don’ stop long won't be so much of a surprise as no place. you think. She rather expects you.” With a short nod and with what pre tense of carelessness he could sume he moved on to’ yhat makes you think it's a poor "Poleon shrugged. “All my claim ard the rear of|is poor. Me, I'm onlucky. Mebbe the bullding, whence 1e the sounds |so 1 don't care enough for bein’ of music und the reech, Wat I'll do wit’ pile of hall caller money, eh? Drink him up? Gamble? Later, when he strolled out of the| Dat's fun for while. Every spring saloon, he saw the three men stil| at | I sell my fur an’ have beeg tam; two the bar; their heads were together;| weeks I'm drunk, but—dat’s plenty. they were talking earnestly. | Any feller dat's drunk more 'n two ks {8 bum. No!’ He shook hin 1 and exposed his white teeth in f hing smile. ‘I’m cut off for poor man. I mak’ beeg soccess of volee of a dance CHAPTER XVIII. Rouletta Kirby was ay the sound of chopping; in the still, frosty morning the blows of the rang out Joudly. For a moment she | fay staring upward at the sloping|lently for a moment, “I know.” She tent-roof over her bed, studying with | nodded her complete understanding sleepy interest the frost-fringo| ot his type, “Well, I'm not going formed by her breath during the|to let you do that any more," night. | “1 don’ hurt nobobdy,” he pro- The chopping abruptly ‘teased, | tested. “I sing plenty song an’ fight *Poleon’s voice greeted her gally:| (i'l bit. A man mus’ got some fun.” “Bon jour, ma seur! By golly! You} “won't you gettin’ be de mos’ gal! 1 ‘spect | sake?” you sleep all day only I mak’ beeg | noine, | “Good morning!" Rouletta's voice was muffied. Ax if Fey ing a les. son, she ran on: "Yes, I feel fine, 1} had a dandy sleep; didn't cough and my lungs don’t hurt, And no bad| dreams, So T want to get up, There! I'm well.” The top of eyes, then her mouth, came caution ly out from Hiding. “What is it, to eat?” ened b Rouletta studied the spenker promise— tor my ‘Poleon gave In after some hesita |tlon; reluctantly he agreed, “Bh | bein! Mos’ anything I promise for you, ma soour. But—she's goin’ be mighty poor trip for m S'pose mebbe T forget dose promine?” (To Be Continued) EO ——— a DR. LE ROY M. REYNOLDS Yustaue Somethin, SPRCTAL Hyex Fsnmined wen Witted “Sapre! What 1 tol’ yougg ver Heecuia iia 4 minute ‘eat, eat’! You' wre dan #1404 AUG Ayes army of Swede’, 1 ain't goln’ tol! ttt het d \ Poleon? gratitude; he followed the | Have you a claim?| The man nodded indifferently. “Ij aghod heartily. “Dose claim | jence in observing people, I am quite | $ALESMAN $AM vf they Diot get ack || ANYWAY “THAT'S BOOTS DAY, PROFESSOR 'MARG LEFT BABY HERE WHILE SE WENT 10 | A MOE WOULD YOU MIND TAKIN CARE OF \T THA CORA COMES IN? 30% TALK To tT NITEL BE AsRIGUT | y——-——— N MAY SOEs THT SHATTLE STAR BUT ER REALLY (OU?) + HAVENT | HAD MucH }] EXPERIENCE -ER TAK ABOUT ? ( Soa” TV ISNT PARTICOLAR ' FRIDAY, > VPRP a 1% nga D1 | WHAT DO YOU WANT Tr Wh ALE. TOME CREEK | YOStE IF ITS FF FROZEN cB IS FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS , DROWN YOURSELF SIMPLY To FIND OUT If THE THIick ENOUGH FoR yj} I) SKATING =) — Fes \ TSKOULD . a INDEED T WONT PGRAIT YOU To GOT ANY cREEK!! ‘ ALEK CAN Go IF MG WANTS ) 7D BUT YOU'LL > (Y HERE AT HONE, a YOURE MAN!! Gee wre! { ALL AY UFE iN Is, IS No, No, Ao, No, No! SMATTER, \ FRECKLES d| { AW, MUTUIN , <I ( ONLY A LITTLE FAMILY MOM’N POP se (NOW AUNTY~ WHILE I’M HERE | | LWANT YOU TO TAKE IT = EASY AND LET ME HELP Ae WITH THE SoUSEWORK foe eS | WELL YOU MIGHT HELP ME CLEAN UP THE | LiwG Room J GOODNIGHT! BURNED MATCHES ANO PIPE ASHES ALL OVER THE FLOOR -AND HERE 16 A FILTHY OLD PIPE ~"7'5 DISGUSTING TOSEE SUCH THINGS AROUND A HOUSE — _-ff —— THE PLACE FoR IT IS M GOING TO GIVE SOMEBOT A PIECE OF MY MIND FoR TH WEY IN THERE ~ WHAT'S TRE IDEA OF SOCKIN’ ME IN THE EYE WITH THAT PIPE P BY TAYLAR OH Yov POOR BoY~ 1 DIONT MEAN TO HIT You - LM T can't let | \LETTER FROM LESLIE COTT TO THE LITTLE MAR- at i, care THE SECRET DRAWER—CONTINUED "You will forgive me, lady fair continued Melville Sartoris in his let ter, “I assure you I am not in any way trying to belittle your husband. He's an upstanding sort of a chap even if a little self-suftic | “I'm or rying y to you | the fact that a man who has had deal of expe the lover of wife “There, I know I've expres wkwardly, for not for ¢ jment do I think that Friend Sydney has ever told you how much he cares for you. Indeed, I think he has kept © mo- |hia head stuck in the sand of cold-| having 1 the first one, T could ninks that | put all the |ness and like an ostrich jall he would not have you sec, is | covered | “Nevertheless, I know that with perspicuity, you are well aware that the man \ ur woman's > alwa comes your husband's call doe: not always do it because of the love jhe bears to him alone | “I'm having quiet |think of your consternation that |would dare to wri |that I am writing, but, the conditions under which these let tern ure written, C don’t mind telling ou I am having the greatest ro | mantic thrills 1 have ever had in all |my life, T can say to you anything | want to about mysélf ax well as levorybody else. PRES- | most astor |sure that the friend’of husband 1s] received n all your life a letter that Jopened, I ¢ | smile as 1} panionship--one that has all the | T;charm of intimacy, you the things parrange because of|he can keep on or Iet go as he T can make you the! Prescott to the | M’DUFFER, THE GOLFER shing protestations, well knowing that you cannot stop me Yean! REMEMBER WHAT THE ENGLISHMAN SAYS— A MANS AN AHSS TO USE A BRAHSSIE IN THE GRASS ( becaune do not know where to write and you never wil "De y of the snows, there ar compensati n the fact that I shall never look upon yo co again be cause, if it ¥ r if 1 ir tended some day t you face-te face, 1 would never dare to tell you that, more tha this earth, you intrigue and intere Melville Sartoris,”" Surely, Little Marquise, ny other woman on you never was more startling than the one from which I have quoted here and I feel! quite wicked because I dare show it to Jack and yet it nothing that I can help. I expect however, that Jack would say that} others in the fire un , however, any woman, good or bad, first one. ourfosity in the wa it, if she received unopened who, having read the would ever torture her it would torture destro: the others she Melville Sartori is extremely clever. He has built up| for himself a most intriguing.com and yet he has matters in such a way that please#, I have nothing to say What would T do if J could avrite | him, Little Marquise? | (Copyright, 4925, N. fA you're wrong, It isn't a | hole, I's TOMORROW- Letter from Leslie button Little Marquise, SieORe | "Well, I declare id the § NY “Lot's ask riddles,” said Naney “They're more fun than a box of monkeys.” “Do you know any?” asked Mis tor Corn Dodger in surprise. "Lots," said Nancy, ‘That js, 1 know one, No—I know two," Well, that's a beginning any Mistor Dodger, "We are now goln to have some riddles, ‘Will everybody, plea again,’ For | way,” sald after Humpty Dump: OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON NO. 16—THREE RIDDLES | Crow. “That's right, them myself, But—oh, s 1 know somethitg else that goes round @ buttin', too, so T dot? “What's that—a shoe-buttoner?"’ ked Mister Corn Dodger quickly seen "sald the Scare Crowe 8 old daddy shoop, like everything.” ty's story, all the High Jinks people} “S°me people ike to talk a lot, had stood right up, #o he coutdn't| Mild Mister Corn Dodger soveroly ‘ j"Phat may be true, but the right tell another As the leare Crow to th Jddle 4 1 ~ Whispered to tho Sweep, it was the aati Fe ICS ARORA worst he'd ever heard ready,” sald Mister Dodger y sald, “What goos round “It's a He can butt “TL Jenow anothor ono like it,” sald Naney, a buttin Instantly you could have heard “A buttonhole cried all the}a pin drop, For nobody wanted to High Jinks people together, “That's; miss a word when there was a rid en ft die going on," “What is a “Oh, ia tt? waid Nancy, ‘Well buttress?” asked They do, I've Yo, sir, I don't know what that | FLAPPER FANNY says | WH? SISTER'S GOIN \ ©1925 BY NEA SERVICE INC The favorite song of the modern flapper's husband is, “Earning Just for You.” Naney Nobody knew that, of course, I | shouldn't know myself if I hadn't } looked it up in the dictionary | But mind you, the Wise-Man-or. | | Our-Town knew, “A buttress," said | he, “is a sort of tower that sticks | Jout on a fort or castle. It helps | | you to see in any direction,” | “That with | AUNT FANNY BUZ % Oras ey pity. Mop Ike" wings, another kind of buttress, Can that?" “Give up, said one High Ji person after another, “What ot kind of buttress is there JOHN 1. roan Graduate Optometriat Our eye examination ts as pers fect ae elcill, Hentific instru. years of oxperience guess mente an can devise, FREE EXAMINATION Globe Optical Co. “LT could just laugh myself death,” said the Wise Man, wi | “A Nanny-gont,"? said Naney meant that he couk thing. He was completely disgy ed to think that he coulda't gu 1510 Went ° Retween Vike eet 1S TH’ MAN YouR ou her starched white cap go flip-| “But there is | — a MARRY RICH ? e fi. Naw! evRyTime | THEY TALK ABOUT # TH’ WEDDIN’ AT OUR, HOUSE PAW SEZ, PooR MAN!” e + AMONG HER FRIENDS AT THE Post OFFICE,” Z HAS RUN ACROSS AN UNEXPECTED MORSEL OF GossiP ~~~ NEA SERVICE, INC. , i), & merry nod, which mado the flaps} an easy riddle like that | But al the others dil | heartily, ‘That was @ fine | said Mister Dodger. “Dost | else know a riddle?” “L know ono,” sald Nig NKS{ do you got the gold out OOM her} put nobody could guesst I don’t suppose you Ra ; I shall tel you. “BY aR tol ith an ‘tm’ instead of Meh} Really the ‘wins wore ® you In't do any Bud f@ time in High pt Boe Contin i, Ny 1h Ay OTS ist cr (Wopyrignht, 1