The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 9, 1925, Page 14

THE SEATTLE c ) j : * ask her what all ¥ ; 4 ’ Pe. t . r wht t vl poe? ee, oa and | { Dae = ly HERE n. None of us women }feal stuck up—but you know how a Haw . are you doing at this| it ts. girl's got to be carefu the night?—1t's after 2] Bruce sat moodily staring into shadows of the ha Violetta flance 78 Bouse was ony 4 Bong hewry od, then spoke rap: | looked him, Detachment was 4g & woman who/|atill strongly written on his face. f F Z v t to talk to me, That's Sudden! put her face tn h : ste ‘ . . i es t in place, an aud Barbara f 4? the. ‘bates fa fool I am me F it at " ked flagged path, ay at yoked at him @harply.| Her shoulders abook, & 4 be all ee © maa y 3 ( p r k taon | went, @ motor truck weed wy ae ved and sat down on/| out a wisp of @ allk handkere 4 : 4 A Se ' > hinkin dies 1 at her, and she pee! propping: her chin | It was some moments before Bruce ‘ . 3 . 3 4 i bara dear 6 me over | her head idly, to took at i¢ ie: Life's funny,” sho| saw that she was weeping. He . “4 7 b , “ z When you want ‘em, you! sat lost in his own troubles. g . y eee. : a Hl 1 OF ack sald the have ‘em. And when they "Why, Miss Cranby ho sald od a ; ys ee thy i you waffles for breakfast.” you, you can't » m for| bending over her, “don’t cry like ~ . , ¥ ' St 4 The Tele office buzzed with dust |that. P,vase don't." And then, Be | 4 * Sy the Hollows Bruce crossed the hall and the sobs k her body still more : . : $ y a beside her, “I guess there's| Violently—"Is there anything I oan | ; P F ‘ te You and Bob certainly do « hoor oper a servant ae anyhow—this jove| do?" , ‘4 ‘ , ‘ 4 all the luck,” » The of fone” Mag A ene eE sty Better t it all and go| She shook her head, without Ittt.| habs! ti i ‘ - ture writer. ‘Imagine \ rapped in @ sheet. proker . »} about your business.” ing her face.* ‘There's nothing ? ‘ f on the scence a story 4 t UD the frome Violetta shook her head and shot| anybody can do,” she whimpered. * ‘ And me at home taking care of ®| and rang the bell apy ng glance at him. “Oh, no,| “I wish I was dead, that's all, And zs < teething baby, I told the wife we : ‘ that’s not so, Life wouldn't be|I won't tell you anything more & eo ought to break our necks to get to _ fo Bo ¢ pntinued) ng without love, I'd hate to| about it, I wish I was dead.” A Ee * ) ay “i that party M’DUFFER, THE to go thru the rest of| Bruce looked at hor helplessly. ; ‘ Wells called Barbara to the 4 by my lonesome, Be-| At he brought out a fresh, _ r , A “You gave us good. protect GOLFER r sprang out ang the servantat doop g repeated efforts mo women aren't Uke this| folded handkerc and proffered it Poss Be - i night at the Lighthouse, Miss H. n the. telephone. it girl of yours.” Bruce did not in place of the tiny silk one } ¢ 4 , it Ba Aaa \ y wo owe you a day ae NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) tho gleam of malice in Viole: tell you,” he said at 3 rye ‘4 som «. for unearthing th bY L WAS AFRAID MY Gos CHAPTER XV jo. ASN ot ‘ , mite é ; ; 4 ie © to the unknown woman com FCLUBS WOLD BE > 2 : ih Hee ; No—they're . ee ing around this old y ; ‘ : , of the dead man 4 [sueMment sox HE call can hotly * alee e'll "have to r “ P > just the touch of color needed to ff was ready to leave the offic®.| tte broke off in embart § y and go out to Btony Point, : ey)" i 4 ;make it an A-l story, “What is ame, he | But what {df } r take w hike, You need to get heard the it mt operator | i, 4} mt a ; ~agkt rehg ian de ee Ngo ee en ae4 Bi | FLAPPER FANNY says Yes ; - w morni : Part took a step toward the|,, Violett telephone, and, hi jen whe) gree : ‘| claimed, “But why ¢ walked away and caught an eleva-| : i - Sonne ag 1 says to myself, the first saw you—There'’s a gent y et sorrow. And I wished|\., tadiey bending nin I could help ee opt fo show replied yw you'd better go t bed. ‘ plan this Sunday 5 party in a day or two. And prom narrow penc light from a"tran-|" Bruce turned. “That was nice of | me you wont ete a bind he, Oe gh e re Peete she { : LRGAD CoMp cae you to bother about me, but re 1 : \ . A ow, Ni 1 + 4 4 y i] SHIPPED “THEM Bruce hung up the telephone re | Miss Crar I'm afratd it isn't that” siesta ketassapeetroacca i r 4 ¢ : , ona t celver and turned away wearily, ws I'll always be A triangle of light struck across|® bungler, where womea are con Violetta smiled, baring white the wall by the staircase, Some-| cerned, I'm made that way.” He teeth. “All right.” ahe sald, ‘May. | . d ac talrs. mile be it won't be so bad, if there's ‘ ‘ : | 3 tg aay ae swaps a d 4 at aa hc ances vito talk to pommetiines: 7 Bruce hung up the telephone receiver and turned away wearily. A girl was standing uce started. A girl was stand. art 5 : ing sey the lower steps, suddenly re | OWY eyes toward*him. ‘How can been ao lonely I thought 14 | OM the lower steps. b vealed by the half light. He drew | YOU sty that, Mr-—why, I don't be. | >¥ : some architectural plans and when Barbara awoke next day. She Barbara rolled over again to look back. “I beg your pardon. 1 did| lleve 1 even know your name.” Ho helped her to her feet and y : a he} “Reynolas” said Bruce, “1 | Went up the stairs with hia arm) ; ‘ 7 ; ee Nene ee cali won dcnew." |thru hers, At her door they gaid| Bruce shuffied thru the pile,|hours later than } gianked, “that whene fate gets a “No, I told you mine that day s00d-night picking weveral sketches. On|tlme. But she ont: yer|™o into an awkward situation, It you hung ¢ cture for me, buty Inside his rvom, Bruce crossed to|top of these he lald the picture of |and lay atill a motent., brin » Reynolds around to you didn’t me yours, and 1| the window and stared out at the| Barbara. Then he opened the door! Her mother came into the roo: over me? Why did Bruce didn’t like to ask. But I know we'd |400wy night. The frown had re-|of the little coal stove that atood| “The office called and « y > be in the Lighthouse Inn e be good friends.”* turned to his fnce. |in a corner of the room and thrust] needn't report till noon, Babs,” she| night, when Sinbad Sullivan minutes, trying to figure out who! 1014 smiled rather absently.| A picture of Barbara Hawlay|the whole pile in nald at's why I jet you aleep.| W% making @ fool of himsclt? Oh, Pens spems aRe: was using the telephone. “It's good of you to say ao, But/ stood on his dresser. On the study ik a You kes ao tired ‘wher when I think of Bruce = — ~ “Why it's Miss Cranby.” sald) mustn't keep you sitting here.| table lay @ pile of blue prints, and! ‘The snow bad stopped falling|in to wake y | ot . king at me w It's «@ wrong Jane that has Bruce, “the lady that coukin’t use) 1: must be nearly & o'clock. : _ D wd laughed.” ning, e hammer.” He smiled a little! ho girl moved closer se i 2 ~ alert 2 — K Dee cavis Ag) ‘new! Dent| wast Gamisive Meant cae, | CRHOKLES “AND: BIS “FRIENDS BY BLOSSER me OOOO ———— | I'm not happy either. Had a lot of vEr SALES MAN $A M 60,000 Goldfish most got thru the woods now.” I'm] wy, SURE! You i “na sig bt iret : ; SRST 2 CANT AO MORE ‘ ‘ee 2 : ° : not in love with anybody any f) ANYTUAS To Arrive in:City) tore. so tm not #0 miserable as| { AN TRY = YA EF KNow wir Sixty thousand goldfish, most of I was. But I’m lonely. Nobody | ] Alex BD ONT THA BOING TD * which will be presented to women | in this whole town to talk to. Most & THAT wte/ =, Gur FoR and children for Christmas presents | Of the janes that work at Camp- | , AD LAST Curismas! | all over the United States, arrived | bell’s aren't my class—not that I ae” YEAR pale ys in Beatle Tuesday aboard the Prest- ——— ASS. j ‘ Gent Grant, of the Admiral Orienta: ) ‘ a Une. The shipment was part of the) (0) | | O WA | I million goldfish that arrive at this) RY BARRIE PAYNE models. | w that it was 9 0’ at her mother. ‘Why ape “Oh, that’s all right,” came a childish voice. “Gu I scared you more than you did me. I've been standing here for a couple of * port avery year from Japan. ‘The fish, most of which were of | high-priced varietics, made the 10 1 ay trip in open tubs on the Grant's | THEY VE SURE eck. Mortality, due to cool, calm | GOT A BUM RADIO weather, was extremely low. Strange| 57 $ET ON THIS SHIP— as it sounds, the fish sometimes suf- | TIVE BEEN LISTENING 4 fer from seasickness during rough | “TO “THAT LOUDSPEAKER on ¢ shipments, due '- ness to the Ortent. | HBARO i THING! CHAMPION FIDDLER || 4—<« SW,onsT wan? EY AU RBI WAT oh Pata army : WILL TEACH FORD | TO ASK YOUR: FE—_!S 1 FRECKLES || Wout 86 BEST FoR YOU Ho Guzz- HOW'D IT Come. b> “ns ‘, OUT foR. THAT CROOK SsTolE OLD DANCE TUNES C= 7 SING AG FoR My Sir Canty RA OO SEE ] CHRISTMAS “4 1D peace 3 Mich,, Dec, 9—(By Z PRESENT F A YESTERDAY ] 1 U. P.)—A diminutive cham- | v7, Ds pire page op pion “fiddler” from Maine, A. 3. || | é ~ ee, pialighie elicitin be “Mellie Dunham, 72, has arrived CM | “i , Ww —— 5od here with a prim little “mother. j d ing’ wife, Emma, 63, to be the guest of Henry Ford. “Mellie” is here at the request of the automobile magnate to lend his acknowledged prowess with the fiddle to a scientific study of old fashioned dance music In which Ford {s particu- larly Interested. Much of that music has never been set to score and anything in "Mellie's" “bag of tricks” that Ford may never have heard will as 7 sn be duly perpetuated, along with ‘ a the tunes of several other vener- ‘ G0 55> ae able violinis RSs aOR TID ———— ee BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES OW DONT RUSH OFF, 4 Hour" P 7 PROFESSOR BOOTS HAS LATER | REAMY. ff wen. stay tir goats’ company WHADDA Y’ KNOW? f SOARE Was Bt COMPANY THiS EVENING Coma-\t M LEAS. Watt- oe tik Go ~— |S GETTING SRE Ww FOOT PRINTS — BEIN’ ii} TR % Cone naadbageys bay Que LATE = VSO Sane FOLLERED, 5’HELP é if pallet FR ME pete! ‘ \ 5 OW PROFESSOR “YOU MIGHT A MOM’N POP “Gh, A THAT'S Quit! = = 6 Nit NICE RING CHICK Ra )f FRONT OD VA WHAT? way t Aaa ET alec , “ CAN'T BELIEVE IT~ GH OM LORETTA BETTER iL dowT $100 ? Cite mauiemcalee KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN~LUCY AND IWANT YOU TO NOW A THING : <={ SED UP AND L KNOW L SUSPECTED SOMETHING WAS OW THAT MY BOY ABovT IT! A if = HE COULDN'T AFFORD WRONG RIGHT AWAY = IF You '§ NO THIEF! ¢ pee Are TO PAY ANY SUCH . HAPPEN 10 MISS ANY-~- AMODNT FOR iit d GAVE LORETTA! TOWN MARSHAL MOSBY WAS TIPPED OFF THAT THE OLD SHANTY ON SMART'S FARM IS BEING USED, AS A”HANGOUT BY A BOOTLEG RING.» HE CAUTIOUSLY CIRCLED AROUND THE SHACK AND WHEN MAKING THE SECOND TRIP Dis= COVERED A DOUBLE SET OF Foot TRacKS BACK OF HIMa—— © 1028 BY HEA SERVICE, IHC.