The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 11, 1925, Page 12

THE SEATTLE STAR $ALESMAN $AM GREAT SCOTT !!~T'Ye DEEN HOLDING) ON HERE BVER GINCE VESTRRDAY rt TM AFRAID T LOOr. DOWN FoR FEAR SAM VL] LLL GET D224 AND PALL-AND Tr Preoek eter |LOe WEARS TO CLIAD UP~ TH ALL IN END OF “We || y Roere we CANT HANG ON | ANY LONGER-"L CAN ALL To BE LOVAL {0 WIA (Pudiened by arrangement with Firet National Pictures, Inc, and Byank Lieyé | Preductions, lee.) CHAPTER XXII | Phinips. "Wal, wat I t your r or Doret exclaimed, chee dose E} Dor his pay-dun' biffore I get Some peor ‘There was a general cran- | BOuN ere | PRRAULOUS rely exclaimed PERCH ON was reaming, A SCARY He laughed 4 *houso’ money Cour erably * inquired | eh hh s born J this me holy Ann eon was far froma de! his head tn some | We don’t keep two eigh it i neo if it © Count 1 add up contrary his eyes w of again t He ha this ev fetch Rout was his first opportur with her alone re Rouletta smiled mistily and touch, o1 the big fellow’s hand, whereupon he continued: All dege year I look In do mos'| woman can do mu Ikely spot for gold, an’ ¢ eG Pca geese Wal, I mak’ change. I do! i 18155 devoted lady to the rescuercne a aig ce) bottom; I'r Mt) skirt to hide behind, for | de high spo! “be hind, : R ~ achfully tho girl exclaimea,|, ‘ se aay iesor smised mo to cut that out.” revious % the woodsman reas- © fellow down sured her: no! I mean I'm go blow, He would | in’ dig on top de me tains.” Not—really? Why t Itsinks. It's * Phillips de- | face even wh than | “It's a plant, so of course | it will add ° | The C 10 of his lay sister rned from the hil and now he had ta from her work ty for a w has or came promptly friend. “Hol guilt upon to tho Again Tt pur ‘BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES Camp Well, a We ! WY HORACE ! vou Go RIGHT BACK N/APOLOSIZE YB°R. AZENT You ASMAMED — J a aI a, VEH-(T WAS KINDA PONK WwowK AT THar, SEE MEW\ HAD THIT ‘iM THREE TES To, SMACK ‘I DOWN GOS ! VE) WAS IN Goon SHAVE 1 COULD CONT THE FIRST Sway there will be DYN SEB it TRrin' TPKK AYIGHT WIT ME. WOR | a swift, clean attack only Poleon, gold who grappled | Jeep down in uded the | * he nodded Lap eh? I don’ nyhow mus’ you notin’ Ma, I good view,” *Poleont’ Rouletta tried to look rnest, “You're a t over grown boy You can't ck to any thing You're merely | you want to get in where tho peo are.” “Lonesome! Don’ I liv when I'm trappin’? Some don’ see nobody in de | “Very well,” Rouletta Doret Dat boy lonesome & sined and he bosom; at at the ps had been taken. fall half carried | c with hts} wing her waist he helped her DIDA'T I TELL You Yb DILG UP MAT Woo are | | WUS MORNING? DIDNT 1% Wusy DIDNT y was a silent one, for] : WW ASHAMED CF & state bordering | 0 ASRANS white an hands lak bear winter I were clasped was door ast." thru which I sighed, She sway if . for ‘Poleon nately | her out reupon he} arm abot est delight. | toward her “Now, then, we'll have supper and} ‘The walk you can take me home.” | Rouletta about to AND HIS FRIENDS (¢é. No BACK TALK! IF You ANSWER > [EIT nt lad to see you.” she squeezed his arm, beamed again in the fr eet; AOTHER, How \ BACK To ME , TLL TELL SANTA CLAUS LONG HAVE WE 4 . AUT TD BRING YOU AAYTHING FoR, I GINE YOU MY SOLEMN woRD IF 1 EVER MAVE TO SPEAK To YOU AGAIN ABOUT DISOBEDIEAIC' was o The Rialto was crowded with Its usual midnight throng; there was the hubbub of loud voices and th and flow of lau er, From midwa: of the gambling hall rose the nolsy exhortations of some amateur game ster who was breathing upon his dico and pleading earnestly, feelingty. with “Little Joe”; from the theater issued the strains of a sentine ballad. Pierce Phillips had left his post be- hing the scales; he, Count C and Ben Miller, the proprietor, arguing hotly. Rock, the palic tenant, was listening to first one then another. The count was ¢ toxicated; nevertheless, he manag to carry himself with something of an air, and at the moment he was making himself heard with consid- erable vehemence. ee “I have been drinking, to be sure,"’ | he acknowledged, “but am I drunk? No. Damnation! There is the evi-| denc In his hand he was holding | a small gold-sack, and this he shook | defiantly under the officer's n6se. | “Do you call that eight hundrec jars? Lask you. Weigh it! Weigh dol Rock took the little leather bag tn, his fingers; then he agreed. “It's a lot short of eight hundred, for a fact, but—" | In a strong volce Phillips eried:| “I don’t know what he had. That's; all there was In the sack when he paid his check.” The Count lurched forward, his | face purple with indignation. ‘‘For | shame!" he cried. “You thought 1/ was blind. You thought I was like these other—cattle. But I know to a dollar— He turned to the crowd. “Here! I will prove what I say McCaskey, bear me out.” With a show of some reluctance Frank, the younger and the smaller | of the two brothers, nodded to the! police lieutenant. “He's giving you| the straight goods. He had 800/ and something on him when he went up to the cage." Rock eyed the speaker sharply. “How do you know?" said he. “Joe and I was with him for the jast hour and a half. Ain't that right, Joe?” Joe verified this state- ment. “Understand, this ain't any} of our doings. We don't want to} mix up in it, but the Count had a} thousand dollars, that much I'll swear to. He lost about $140 up the street and he bought two rounds of drinks afterward. I ain't quick at figures—” Pierce uttered a threatening cry. He moved toward the speaker, but Rock laid a hand on his arm and in a tone of authority, exclaimed: “None of that, Phillips. I'll do all the fighting. Ben Miller, who likewise had be- stirred himself to forestall violence, now spoke up. 'm not boosting for the house,” sald he, “but I want more proof than this kind of chatter. Pierce has been weighing here since last fall, and nobody aver saw him go south with a color. If he split this poke he must have the stuff on him. Let Rock search you, Pierce.” Phillips agreed readily enough to this suggestion, and assisted the of- ficer’s search of his pockets, a pro- cedure which yielded nothing, “Dat boy's no tief,” ‘Poleon whis- pered to Rouletta. “M'sieu’ le Counte has been frisk’ by some- body.” The girl did not answer. Sho was intently watching’ tho little drama before her, During the search Miller forced iis way out of the ring of spec- tators, unlocked the gate of the cashier's cage, and passed inside, “We keep our takin’s in one pile, ‘and I'll lay a little eight to five that they'll balance up with the checks to a pennyweight,” said he, “Just wait till I add up the figgers _and welgh—’Ho paused; ho stop. ped; then he rose with something he had picked up from the floor beneath his feet. Rock examined the bag, then he Mfted an inquiring gaze to P Ask tH Orlick’s \ The ORIGINAL Malted: Milk | head. | less, itt’ it | the boy. | Indian upon collapse; gradually she regain ed control of herself and stumbled along besid m. “They're three to one,” she said, finally. “Oh, ‘Poleon! They'll swear tt on him strict; they’ give him five years. I heard the colonel say #0,” ‘a be good deal Doret shook his goin’ belleve Cour teau McCaskey is dam t'lef.” “It—< ould help You'll him, "Poleon, you? Silently They had hotel before he spoke again; he sald slowly, quietly "You be ‘hearts’ him, ma sacur? You—you him? Yes?" “Oh—yest* in a miserable ¢ ° I er a’pect dat's right.” fhe police are swift and mercl Rouletta ted, fearfully. “They hi the Front st. crowd ey'd make an example. » In your I'l bed an’ slee told her, gently. “Dis ting comin’ out all right. "Poleon fix it, sure; he's dandy fixer.” For some time after the door had closed upon Roule the big fel low stood with head, at the snow beneath his fest cheer, the sym ¥, 1 left face; the smile his lips; his featu: stony. With himself, then murmure “Poor Jil bird! W I now I got to bus’ dat jail!" CHAPTER XXIV Altho ‘Poleon had spoken confidence, he found, upon arriving at police headquarters, that situation was by no means as sim- ple as it had appeared, and that something more than a mere word regarding Phillips’ character would be required to offset the very de- finite accusation against him. Drawing Rock aside, Doret put In an earnest p for his friend. The leutenant him with some impatience: “I admit it looks fishy, but what is there to do? The colonel likes Pierce, as we all do, “but—he had no choice. “It's dirty frame-up.” “Get bail for him.” "Poleon was frankly puzzled at this suggestion, but when its na. ture had been explained his faco lit up “I got ‘bout t'irty dollar, but dat ain't make no differ. I go to work- in’ somewhere. Me, I'm good for anyt'ing.”” “That won't do,” Rock smiled. ‘ou don’t understand.” Laborious- ly he made more plain the myster- ies of court procedure, whereupon his hearer expressed the frankest astonishment. cre!" the weighin’ Canadian aasented. then wit! love pers like to ta bent The % were set and eff a’ pose latter exclaimed ‘What for you say two, t'ree Vousan' dollar? Courteau ‘ain't lose but six hundred, and he's got it back. No! I'm t'inkin’ you po- licemans 1s got good sense, but I lak better a miners’ meetin’, Us ‘sour-dough’ mak’ better law as dem feller at Ottawa,” Rock eyed the stalwart speaker meditatively. If Pierce is really in- nocent, Courteau will have a hard job to convict him. I suggest that you let metters rest as they aro for a day or ao, We'll treat the kid all right.” On the way to her room Rouletta met the Countess Courteau, and in a few words made known the facts of Plerce's arrest, The elder wo- man listened in astonishment “Arrested? For theft? Absurd! Who made the charge?” “Count Courtenu.” “So! That's it!" the Countess cried, at Inst. Tho McCaskeys back- ed him up. Of course! “You think It can be straightened out?” Rouletta’s faco was strained “It's got to be straightened out. It would be montsrous fo allow—" The Countess shook her head, then, with a mirthless smile, exclaimed: “But what a situation! Henri, of ll persons! It's pleasant for me, ian't it? ‘Well, somebody planted that poke—probably one of the Me- Caskeys. They'd like to railroad Joo i as vindletlve as an and he blames Pierce and mo for his brother's death,’ In desperation Rouletta “7 pay the Count back his double it! ried loney gyocred the wa The police are| of short | him. | won't | reached the door of the} The confession came} biffore. | in staring | his | ished from | he shook | with | young | answered | | MOM’N POP So M REFUSED To" FRAME ADATE* For HIM, HERE'S MR. TYTE~MAYBE / K AROUND HE'LL CHRISTMAS = YOU MAKE AE So CANT L HELP You )/_SURE-POT ON WITH YOUR WORK MR. TYTE "THESE OLD OVERALLS AND HELP ME CLEAN) THE RUBBISH OUT OF THE BASEMENT |LETTER FROM MRS. MARY A | DEN PRESCOTT TO PRISCILLA BRADFORD My Dear Priscilla I confess 1 prised to hear from you, but not surprised when 1 noted the con- tents of your letter ment I looked and found your name at the end of it that I should find something very disagreeable between your salutation and your signature, However, I i it thru to the end. It /, rather strange that I did not conn ct the charming, up-to-date man “¢ the world whom I met at Atlantio “ity this summer, with the people of his name to whom I rented my house, but, you see, ho did not mention he had a brother, let alone one who lived in Bradford. Conse- quently I did not think to ask him {f he was any relative of theirs. As for your spreading the news In my letter, my dear Priscilla, I know you will be only too glad to do ao. That is the reason why I am writing {t to you, I am sorry, however, that I shall have to take half your plea- sure away in telling everybody what is in {t by not forbidding you to do so. In the first place, let me say that I am wearing my skirts at the Jength prescribed by the best fash- ion expe: I have gone a great deal into socloty in New York, At- lantic City and Pittsburg and neither my son nor my daughter-in-law would want me to look like a dowdy. I also hay ® beautiful dinner gown of silver lace and because T do not like the joke Nature played upon mo by making my lovely thick hair an ugly pepper and aalt hue, IT have had jt expertly changed back to the bronze color which you will no doubt yery much sur- man, “Ho hasn't a cent, except what T give him, That was Mo. Caskey's dust.’ She stared at the apprehenslve figure, and slowly her expression softenod. “Does Plerco know that you— feol this way about him?" Rouletta sighed wearily, “T didn't myself, altho 1 more than | half suspected, 1 didn’t permit my. self to think, it made me so un. happy.” “Tt ought to satisfy me somewhat Jearn that Ge doesn't care for you, but—somewhow it doesn’t, But that has nothing whatever to do with the cane,’ (Lo Be Continued) it to I knew the mo-) | remember being the color of my hair some yearn ago, I am quite sorry {f this will not meet the approval of my old friend: jand to give ure, how r hearts’ content I can't imagine Mr. Orson Gibs living in Bradford, Ho is a jpolite gentleman and he proba! said the things that he knew the people about him would like him t« Unless I feel very different from what I do now, I shall never | back to Bradford to live, but under |no circumstances shall I sell the ol |house and furniture, They aro part of the history of my family, a part of {t of which I am yery proud, as you know. However, you may tell the Rev Smalley for me that I havo not a yet done anything to shame my an cestry and I do not expect to do so altho my skirts at tho present mo. mént are nine inches from the ground and my latest dinner dre has no sleeves. You may toll him that if he wishes to read this lettor in church, he has my full permission Sincerely yours, MARY ALDEN PRESCOTT, (Copyright, 1925, N. A. Bervice, Inc.) ver TOMORROW~—A_ telegram from Ruth Burke to Leslie Prescott, NO, 20—THE HIGH JINKS "It's your turn to ask the next question,” sald Mister Corn Dodgor to Nick. 80 Nick thought and thought, “I know something,” he sald after a minute, “What is half out of the house and half in the house always has a pain (pane)? It wears & sash both summer and winter,” “Halt out of the house and halt in, did you say,” remarked tho ele phant, "Maybe you mean me, Ondo T tried to go Into @ house and 1 got atuck, 1 was half out and halt in and T couldn't move and the harder I pushed the more it hurt, 1 got JA terrible pain and —" OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON PLOPLE KEEP GUESSING “Don't be silly,” sald the giraffe, “They aren't talking about you. You'd look Jo’ in a sash, now wouldn't you?" ° "A sash might be as becoming a# a lot of splashy spots," sald tho elophant crossly—but really, altho these two were always quarreling, they wore the best of friends, ere!’ cried Mister Dodger, “You ar holding back the game, Can anybody guess what Nick's talking about?’ ® “Of course,” sald tho Clown, “It's a window, It s# very clear,” “Then yol® ask the noxt tion,” #ld Mister Corn Dodger, aquies. | L_ NOT HANG A SING OF MONCR THAT YOU SHALL HAD PoP 2 Ea LS pa PRESENT CHRISTMAS | \ Be won DA D1925 BY NEA SERVICE mc (—__{ BY GOLLY- I'VE BEEN WORKING HERE THREE HOURS ANDI HAVENT SEEN THAT GIRL YET~ AH-HERE © 1028 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. Never get so hot you boil over. So the Clown said, “I know some- thing that black and has its mouth at the top of its head. It has one toe and one heel and one long leg and can go thru water | without getting wet.” i | your face, “It's as plain as the whiskers on "sald Puss-in-Boots, “It's a boot." “I have no whiskers on my face," laughed the Clown, “But that's tho right answer.” our turn now,", sald Corn Dodger to Puss-in-Boots, Puss-in-Boots was ready, eald* importantly: “What is and gray and hos a long tail and squeaks and likes cheese and hates cats and lives in a dark holo and —" “A mouse!" sald everyone in High Jinks Land, just lke that, “I must have mado it too easy, said Puss-in-Bootas, AS 4 preventive, molt and inhale night and morning— Mister so he Rup little | — AND WHAT Do YOU THINK? ASI CAME UP THE WALK A DIRTY OLD RUBBISH COLLECTOR HAD THE NERVE TO SAY *HELLO’, (F Y' FORCE ME T’ PAY THET NOTE NOW, ZEB PERKINS, WHY , BY HECK, L CAN'T Pay iT! JAN’ BY°CRACKY, IF I wair Tit Y' Pay IT, I'LL NEVER Git itl! BANKER ZEB PERKINS SELDOM SLIPS IN HIS JUDGMENT WHEN LOANING MONEY TO CUSTOMERS ~~ THE POSSIBILITY OF STRIKING OIL ON CAL HAWKINS’ HEAVILY MORTGAGED FARM, RIGHT NEXT TO & LARGE TRACT OWNED BY ZEB, INDUCED THE BANKER To LOAN MONEY To CAL as THE WELL PROVED TO BE A “DUSTER Ke 1 u Ny ©1925 BY WEA SERVICE, INC very sorry,” “It's a ple! shouted Jack He “It's all right," sald Mister Dodg-| "I ought to know." er, “but pleaso don't let it happen} “Gooat* said Mister Dodge again, Nancy, will you please! your turn now, Mister Hommel make up the next question?” “On deart" ‘nll Jack He “Certainly,” sald Nancy obliging: | yo to eat. better than I “What has a coiling and al think, 1 really can't but not an inch of space in} guogsing-—whatever you om Be) But suddenly Puss in-Bootd s) ed up and whispered SOMRTss tell us| J ee Nf ly, fl itr" “That sounds like a riddle,” sald Mister Dodger, “Can't you a littl more about it? “Well,” sald Naney, “Tt some ‘scar, ' “Oh, 1 know one!” erled JB know a food one,” we APO Over 17 Million Jars Used Yearly (Co Bo Continued) (Copyright, 1025, Ny Mh Ae BORE times raising in it, or apples, or cherries, or mincemeat or — we ~ 8 a x G P k