The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 16, 1925, Page 8

eae BSE Tt ti iE i ak Freshen Up! cPedite . ement with First Nationa! Pictures, Ine, and Frank Lioré Produc CHAPTER NAVE (Continued! mid. | frost-blackened, but | who had ret wrapped. ir men from t small picke was by Ie attention, and | 1 that he would ywever, rapid timers tant fa mighty| anging ht fu ts uddenly er ¢ ere fear! My brothe He had turned ement just before he vanish: | feller, ma saeur; al dr "he That lke hi 4} h't . rselt to spare en 4. my © wave was de mos’ tention ain undue app nension. | ¢ discovery of an numt had tak two, 1h changes | her fact Of | she b merely fond | en step or when some movement in the sha mow-storm? Dis | dows close at hand arrested her Dey makin’ the gloom, goin’ was Laure was growl tirred herse she y may but a 0 Hunker “In de middle of tam de run for fas" team for puil u, I've town.” Rock's ywever she discov tak’ ‘em ¢ © some sort of wrap, attched at random, but clad in her dance M’siet ¥, and she, if dey kee aller smiled too } iy pois el 8 in sight of me. “You?” self. “Wi Ps Y'd like that!’ he cried, Q “I've heard you own a live! Have of mutts.” Frank?” Injun “Yes.” you s light an’ What belt, for I got reason heard t Courteau. 1 r till I kn "You er smiled as he decla tta cried Courteau's m What ome & was about to move or icked like cas late. Is ft bunch Kone after Joe "I give Better up dat you tas’e happened? 1 Don't they think no more know That suits me exact them, but en in a race their not catch thumb across fast you can harne Rouletta } ned control of herself —=j|ran on, in a tone bitterly Sean Se ful: “Oh, you'd like to get NZ j out of it—xave him for yc wouldn't you? But an't I him. I My God! Letty, he's th I ever cared for! 1 dog or a ca n, Think boundary W Nee rl and resent him | urself you can't won't let you only thing er had even anary of my of me.’ ngled ac iletta a ‘ 5 q 4 owt | Almost dazed by this m $ | cusation ; ath Then why “Cascarets” 0c Nicest Laxative, respond question him?" her flims she waa shaking wretchedly When she spoke her words pilled from } tremors of he: helm 1 would, but Nobody shall! iim dead Id timulate | know what I'm s and start | die than hurt him. I'd do my bit, your bowels, Then | only—McCaskey ‘d kill me. y feel fine, | will Rock get him, d'you think? I d becomes} hear he gets his man every time. But Joe's different; he's not the or kin rosy. | dinary kind; Kot the devil In tens and} him, Frank—he's a dog, but Joe ke |"}) fight. He'll kill~at the drop of hat . 1 suppose, carets.” They never gripe, ov | Maybe they'll kill them both, eh? or sicken. Directions for men, wom-| Gy maybe theyll kill him and get en, children on each box—drug s don't care which way it head body I con ! Take “Ca biliou: could have I'd rather nee No, no! I don't ing. I'd s tipated, han't de. two him. one careta’” any time fo mild) your liver oner stomach sweet, tongue pink and Nothing else cleans, sw refreshes the entire system pleasant, harmless candy-like the ua I vt tak exclaimed like that!’ “I mean it," Laure ran on, craz ly. "Yes, Joe'd kill anybody that | stood in his way or double-cronsed jhim. 1 guess I know. Why, he }told me so himself! And Courteau knew it, perfectly well—the poor | fool!—but look at him now. He got his, didn't he? Rouletta laid a cold hand upon [the shivering, distracted creature No Confinement—No Hospital Bills) jofors tier. silently sho wala + oa{-"L belleve you know who ci MY celebrated non-surgical] pitt “no moto vou ne com mitted that murder, You act as if treatment for Piles does not} you aia” confine you to your bed or room. You I'm a g-g00d guesner, can come and go about your work as| can keep my mouth shut usual. From the first treatment you will| When I'm well off he relieved, and no matter how severe| than the Count knew.” your case, T GUARANTEE IN WRIT-| “And you probably know some ING to cure your PILES or return your | ‘hing about this robbery, too, 1 fee. If you are suffering with PILES or| 1" that gold wack—" other RECTAL or COLON all. | /41tro cast off tho hand that rent. ment write or call for my new | 0d upon her; she looked up quickly FREE BOOK of information. | “If 1 did, d'you think I'd tell you? It also contains nearly a hun-| Well, lard! But I don't. 1 don't dred letters from PAT know anything, except that—Plerce is a thief, Ho stole and gave me the money. Ho did that regularly, */and that's more than he'd do for iling | you, You 1 an woll know the truth, Cavendish knows {f, You tink he's too good for me, don't but I know That's more SH] 1 done some: | Rouletta | was all} no th pu You}and your superior ways lin i there at | ne he | She's a very Py fr w fr ly |M M | th M dr |m ch |w ne it \1 {ar tr Tr a) (hy WHATCHA SCATTERIN TH ™ » OW nl TH’ ROOM FOR CORA? || YOUR FRIEND HORACE LETTER FROM put out to think needs me just at this time. | You might tell Miss Perfor that 1| Porier quite at home in my house, her in such need of me. |came the first i'm lighted with them, provided she asks to be alone this: ed the Clown THE SEATT SALESMAN $AM UICHANGEL Gee ARE AND LE STAR ‘BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES |} OW, 1M OUST PLACING | THEM AROOND Id PROMINENT) PERMAPS HEL. || PLACES IN HOPES THAT ¥ ETIQUETTE ALL ROON READ ONE — GC ss _]| WI. SEE ONE “TONIGHT 0 ow WHE TIME DOONESS To KNOWS IT WOULONT WORT HIM ANY i FRECKLES AND HIS WAY ALL FIBGERED (1 | 1 Ecce or Voy OUT = iB WONT HANE To ASK HER LOWLL WE GET ANY AoW IF WE CANT ASK JT M RR ANY? WO IS TH WHOLE COOKIES AGAIN ‘Th’ BEST COOKIES DONT You 7 MAKE WORLD, \ SEE YOR BEEN STUDYIN UP OW ETIQUETTE . By TH’ BOOKS ‘GOT LAYIN' AROUND = / J WEL KNOW. YOULL FIND | (OH A LOT OF 6000. | CRT SWUCK ON ANtCTMa | SHE AINT GIVE US ANY YET=VHATS: THAT WAY Yov SAID You HAD Fl6GERED OT? p—i AISSUS MGOOSEY, Do You THINK OUR AOTMER WOULD MIND IF YOU OFFERED US SOME MOM’N POP IT'S A GOOD THNG You HAPPENED TO BE ON THE CAR WITH AN UMBRELLA OR MY HAT 7K, Fury 1 DIONT Z\\( NOTICE THEM 5 GEE THERE'S POP } WITH THAT GIRL NEXT DOOR —— WHY HELLO POP- } WHAT'S YOUR px4 HURRY ? A su? Weill, he isn't. And you're, ver mind me. I want t ot better than I am, either, for) kn: at matter. You've got a nerve to] “All right. Wait till Rock come ut on airs How I hate you} back and ask him.” \ (To Be Continued.) ¢ PRES- | will . TO HANNAH SMITH | the enti sit. Mr Hann | mother ot like the I left in such a hurry | plete t to tell you that! why I do not ja Perior will be| when sho maken her ca I had hoped to be} Now, Hannah, timo but if I have|careful to keep all T want you to make| you to elf home in some way, movin the other treas at all want to kno Pittaburg. that hayo writte or before ot returned, I yourn course perfectly welcome in my old friend of rescott's d a but iend of mine, and Tam very much’ Mr that Mrs, Burke} Mi houne.| hope to Mr get | Perior completes her picture Prescott writing you know plant. 1 this so that y nower dear | filmed, as teel an however, ay take my place In making Mie ould not have left the city during | especially in the nursery. visit. for any other of my| Mr, Prescott promised mo befor jends except Mrs. Burke and hard-|I left that he would try then if Mrs. | where while I gone, Is possible, I hope you will keep| know how queer sho Is. y from think that iss Perior when sho comes to see! for her to stay 19 children—as surely will. | while his wif isa Perier is very fond of chil-| she except to she made little althe children—be sure present when she | peace with her time and saw him.|#0 that 1 know how thing sure she will be quite as de- | ing. Buddy, haat my Hannah, I want, if possible, that she shall|for my sake you will do what » left absolutely alone with the| have asked you, no matter nildren, wher hard {t may be for have always justified my faith | you Most sincerely, HAMILTON The Seattle Star but She wi it Is nec r was r. Prescott'’s mother probably at her son's how is away. Whateve interfere sho doe wit en and Jack ost fabulous and write mo ofter are & know, dear sho comes to see {th them. I rely on your kind pes and good sense, Hannah about | LESLIB I am very well aware that | (Copyright, 192 Mr, Prescott's mother knows that | fs have asked you to make era TOMORROW—Letter from rangements for Mias Perter, she} Atherton to Leslie Prescbtt, fig es of, the TWINS # NO, 24—BACK TO THE CORN FIELD “What shall we play next?’ ask Sall, “Huh! sald the Clown. a girl's game "Hop Seotch!" or next, “on!” sald Contrary Mary “That's a boy's game," sald Jack Horn “TL know @ nice game," sald Con ary Mary, “Gran'’ Mammy Tippy oot ART: AYA) w who killed Count Courteau.” manage to spoll and that I want you to be how | e you, for you] ter Corn Dodger PRESCOTT, y y I, to take the Twins home,” °| M’DUFFER, THE | ;OLFER n 1 to got Burke had not been| his mother to make a yisit some you i y| | r h and keep the that | 1 “Lot's voto on it,” sald old Mis: “No, sir!’ said That. Laughed, “You don't cateh me voting again. I'll never forget how T got all mixed up on my | ‘eyes’ and ‘n s' 1 feel all cross. leyed yet." | i the Little-Dog: ) | Mister Dodger laughed. “AIL right then we'll not vote. I have nothing to say except that we can't play very much longer and we ar just losing time, 1 had a letter from the Fairy Queen and T hayo “Leta play both gamos," suggest. od Nick “Why certainly — 90, | Mandn-the-Moon, "I myself must bo returning, 1 just camo down | to see about getting some new kind |of gold paint to cover up the dark | " Sl ypots on the moon, The Dreamé MakerMan is running things for mo while I’m gone." So it was decided, and they got ‘[some chalk and drew squares ow, the paventent and played sald the 1 | | |a nickel | the MISS CLARK- ALLOW ME To INTRODUCE FLAPPER FANNY says HC Some little brothers are good, for and some of them are good for nothing. otch, elephant rubbed out all marks when he hopped had to draw it all over « ow who will be Gran’-Mam- my?" said Nancy, “It's time to start the last game,” “You!” said Mrs. Spratt. “AL right," sald Nancy. you aro all my grandchildren I am going away for the day. You must stay at home and be good children and not follow me. Good. bye!" Off went Nancy, but no sooner was her back turned than her naughty grandchildren singing: Gran'Mammy Tippy Toe, Lost her needje and could not sew!" Nancy ‘turned around sharply, “Whoko children are you?” eshe asked, “The Miller's,” they answered, So Naney turned and continued on her way. “Gran’-Mammy Tippy ‘Too, Lost her needle and could not sew!" sang her bad children again, Nancy turned again and pretend od to bo vor aK, Indeed, “Whose children are y she asked, “The Baker's," they answered, So again Nancy continued on her hops] way, started to THIS 1S A GREAT PLEASURE | ing UM SURE | DON'T SEE WHY Y' CALL YER PLACE A BUNGALOW, MR. HIGGET—~ WELL, HANG IT, PoP, [= IT AIN'T A BUNGALOW, WHAT Is IT? TH’ BUILDER MADE A BUNGLE OF IT AN'I STILL owe FER IT! AW! The only trouble wag that | the | EVER SINCE” MR.HIGGET, WHO WORKS IN THE CITY, BUILT HIS HOME IN MUDD. @ THE NEIGHBORS HAVE WONDERED WHAT TYPE OF HOUSE IT 1S ~~ WHEN POP SU ASKED THE OWNER FOR INFORMATION, HE: GOT [Tae © 1928 BY Roevenvice. Inc. But again her large family shout- ed after her tho same song. “Whose children aro you?’ asked Nance or tho third time, “Yours!” they all shricked, start+ to run, Nancy chased them ag hant as she could and caught two, But the! two naughty grandehildren eho had caught turned out to be Nick and Mister Corn Dodger, And what do you think! A very queer thing happened just then The little Dutch clothes and Dutch shoes suddenly disappeared, yen ‘ tho magic green slippet ag beon on thelr feet Undl iag wooden shoes all the tte? appeared! And wonder of Corn Dodger hai And tnstoad of 4 there was the bare com tg the brown corn shocks little pute of smoke near tho top of # Could it be Dodger, the cornfield homo th dl i, 2 “RSA@eSes pe A pap Ese