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The Washington times., 1923-01-29
BOBBIE AND
HIS PA
BY William F. Kirk

SEE thare is q CRATE French
Sy-intist in this country now,
sed Ma, witch says we can git
to be anything We want to be &
cure all sickness etc, sed Ma, by
the use of our mind, sed Ma. feel
sorry for sum Of the ladies in our
club, sed Ma.
How do you mean that? sed Pa.
Sum Of them doant seem to have
any mind Of thare own, sed Ma.
. Thare are severil Of them, sed Ma.
that I mite say that of, sed Ma.
& I suppoas thare are severil of
them that mite say that saim thing
of you, & prubly are saying it this
vary minnit, sed Pa. The wimmen
in Ladies Clubs are libel to say
moast anything. sed Pa.
What do you think Of this new
cure? sed Ma.
I doant know. I am sure, sed Pa.
Thare is SO many theerys beeing
sprung nowadays, sed Pa, that I
doant know how mortils can keap
track Of them all, sed Pa. Theerys,
theerys, theerys, & not eeven two
small beerys, sed Pa.
Well, sed Ma, we must reemeIn-
Der that all CRATE truths was littel
theerys first, sed Ma. Maybe that
CRATE French docktor has found
the seekret Of life & helth & happy
ness, sed Ma. Let US hoap so.
Yes, sed Pa, let us hoap SO. We
cant be fined or sent to Jail for
hoaping, sed Pa. Hoap IL about
the only cheerful thing that is left
for mortlls, sed Pa. Income taxes.
taxes on our pleshurS, taxes on
our hoams, wars abroad & debts
that We can newer collect, sed Pa,
This life IL at times possertivully
brutile. sed Pa, brutile & fewtile.
But as l onst told the ladies Of the
NJ. e. churcht ware l delivered q
lectur, sed Pa, we wud rather talk
our medisin for the ills we have
than fly to others that we know
not Of, sed Pa. That was sed kind
OF crisp, Wasent It not? Sed Pa.
Yes, sed Ma, almost as crisp as
Hamlet sed 1t, sed Ma. You are a
old copy cat, sed Ma to Pa. The
only originnel thing you ever did
was to marry me, sed Ma.
You are rite. sed Pa, & l have
newer met any other gent that
wanted to steel that idee from me,
sed Pa.
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81 SURE no Read THEM no YOUR CHILDREN

) frightened your" And the eight
legged creature came slowly up the
log. Don't be frightened. I'm
Grandaddy-long-legs. I never
harmed a soul in my life. What
are you crying about?".
Tears filled Billy's eyes, and he
held his toes with his hands and
rocked back and forth.
''Oh, I've hurt my foot and can't
walk home, and the bears and
lions are going to eat me when it
gets dark" And Billy's tears be-
gan to flow. Grarldaddy-long-legs
smiled to himself and came up to
look at the bruised toes.
well, WELL" he laughed mer.
rily. ITO see your face one would
think you had lost four legs in.
stead of just bruising your toes.
What would you do if you had lost
a leg like I did one day? Die,
suppose. But, pshaw! You giant
boys certainly do amuse me. Why,
as long as I've one good leg to
hobble on. you'll never hear me
complaining. It doesn't pay. Ones
better than none, you know.
Nov, If I were you II just get
right up and walk home. 1t may
hurt for a little while. but, good
ness, If you had eight legs to look
after you'd have some cause to
be worried. It's foolish to cry
when you're only bumped your
toes. What if bears or some
thing should get your sister while
you sit here crying?"
Billy jumped up, stretched out
his sore foot and stood upon 1t.
'whv. Grandaddy-long-legs." ne
cried, "T never thought Of that,
and Mama might be busy and
couldn't come. You're right: I'm
a selfish little boy to let Bess go
through the woods. My foot's all
rinht." And without another word
Billy ran off after his sister, call
ing loudly.
Grandaddy -1ong:legs looked after
him and shook his head sadly.
MY! What would ne do with
eight legs? He'd be stumbling his
toe all the time" And. wagging
his head, he hurried on home.
How Mama and Bess laughed
when Billy told them what had
changed his mind about his toes.
But that was the last time Billv
eve~ complained when he bumped
himself.
(AnOther fine story tomorrow
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THE STRANGER A 6 1nni'!'
STORY OF MYSTERY, LURE AND INTRIGUE

, his confederate. Though there's
never a jot of proof of it, / be-
lieve they knew your position
from the first. There has been
vile work behind all this, JOAN"
She did not answer. His bitter
ness found no echo in her. She
did not seem to care.
81 will not rest" he said, It'll
/ have brought those men to JUS
tice and punishment"
will you?" she said slowly. "I
thought all was done with.
should have to go into the witness
box. 1 suppose. All the old wretch
edness and pain will be raked up
again" He felt her trembling.
Il wonder if I can stand it,
Philip"
He was brought up with a round
turn.
THAT is an obstacle. l will
never let you suffer, Joan. Your
happiness is my first care. But I
must find a way"
Must your" she said DULY. A
sense of foreboding crept over her.
Suddenly Philip kissed her and
laughed:
"Tea"' he said, guiding her to
the table. Come on, the tea is
spelling. Away with carei These
are our halcyon days"
He banished all trouble in the
masterful way he had, and in an
hour Joan had forgotten the pass
ing shadow as though it had never
been. She asked him no more
questions. The lost peerage and
all connected with 1t had dropped
out of sight.
There was another week Of sun
shine and happiness. To whatever
plans there might be for the fu-
ture, Joan gave no thought or
care. She was content to leave
everything to Philip, serene in the
conviction of his strength. Under
the shelter of his love there was
safety and peace. 1t was a bliss
full sensation, such as she had
never known in the brief DAYS Of
splendor.
On the sixth day Philip an
nounced, cheerfully but with in
ward regret, that they would have
to return to London, and he set
about packing. Joan made no
demur and asked no questions.
They had a stormy crossing next
day, reaching London amid rain,
wind and darkness. She wondered
If they were going to Philips
chambers in the Temple. That, Of
course, was impossible.
They reached. in fact, a little
furnished house in Highgate which
Philip had secured some time be-
fore by telegram. 1t was within
half an hour of everywhere by
tube, and was simple. neat and
coZy; a solitary amid was in at
tendance. Joan, who insisted on
relieving the maid of most Of her
duties. was delighted with the
place.
TO BE Continued Tomorrow
Copyright. 1923. by King Features
| Syndicate. Incl
The Washington times., 1923-01-29

Mechanically drawn by, his de-
sire to be closer to her, he ad-
vanced toward the high altar, but
slight movement as she prayed
caused him to retrace his steps.
1t was better that she should :.
recognize him yet. He decided to
wait for her outside the church
and take her by surprise SO. that
she should Rave no time to invent
excuses to justify her conduct.
It was growing dark when
Alicia came out, and she ran
straight into Michael blocking her
path.
She drew back quickly. but not
the slightest CULVER revealed any
feeling of surprise.
''You!" she said simply.
She was very pale and her eyes
were red and moist, as though
she had just been weeping.
Change of Heart.
She may have seen him within
the church and SO have expected
this meeting on coming out But
even so, the naturalness of her
manner was significant.
Michael began to speak at once.
voicing the complaints and accu-
sations of the preceding days. But
Alicia interrupted. talking to, him
in sad, monotonous tones.
She had been coming to church
afternoons, OF late. to get away
from Villa Rosa with its terrible
memories.
Now am believer" she an
nounced simply.
Immediately afterward she cor
rected the statement, rather
through humility than pride. She
wanted to be q believer, but in
reality she was not. The ire
ligiousness of her happy days
still remained with her. Those
who enjoy the pleasant things of
life do not remember death, nor
do they think of what may be
beyond. No one feels religious
sentiments in his soul at a dance
or a banquet, or at a rendezvous
with lover. Now she must be-
lieve, because she was unhappy.
She chung to religion. as an. in.
valid, condemned to death by the
doctors in whom he believes, i'm
plores a despair the services of a
quack in whom he has no faith.
Go Be Continued TOmOrrow.)
Copyright. 1928. King Features
Syndicate Incl
The Washington times., 1923-01-29
One of the Worlds Greatest NOvelists
Weaves Wonder Wartime
Tale of Monte Carlo.

The third day, just as he was
beginning to doubt whether. there
was any use of waiting. Alicia's
head and shoulders suddenly ap-
peared above the line Of the top
step. Then her whole body
emerged, by waves, SO to speak.
as her feet advanced from step
to step. Night was falling. On
the facades of the buildings on
the boulevard, above the green
mass of trees, the fugitive sun
drew golden brush-stroke along
the rows of roofs.
His heart recognized her even
before his eyes, just as on the
day he had seen her at a dis
lance in the carriage with Lieu
tenant Martinez. He had feel
ing of shock at her close-fitting
black turban, with long mourn
ing veil falling on her shoulders.
The emotion which swept over
him at the sight of her and the
spying habit he had recently &C.
quired, caused him to draw back
and Alicia passed close by and
entered the church without seeing
him.
He waited for some time. Then,
torn by the desire of seeing her
again, even FROM a distance, he
entered the church cautiously and
advanced between a double row
Of deserted benches. There were
the same women who had been
there the other day, still kneel-
ing, as thought their grief were
unconscious Of the lapse of time.
In the darkness the pale gold of
the altar pieces became gradually
distinguishable, and two masses
of color, two clusters Of flags
those Of the allied countries,
which adorned the high altar
but nowhere did he see Alicia.
He thought she must have left
the church by another entrance.
But suddenly she appeared from
a door on the side, followed by
an acolyte carrying two tapers.
She was overseeing the lighting
Of the tapers and placing of them
in their sockets in front of the
Virgin. Then she knelt, remain
ing in a rigid posture on her
knees.
Some time had passed. and as
Michael watched her, Alicia be-
came, like the two poor women, a
mere shape in black. motionless
in prayer and supplication.
The Washington times., 1923-01-29
THE PRESSURE
COOKER
by LOrettO T.. Lynch
An Acknowledged Expert in All
Matters Appertaining to House
hold Management.

" HE up.to-date housewife who
would givt herself more
- leisure time and at the
same time provide warm nour-
ishing food for her family with
the least expenditure Of effort
and fuel will do well to look into
the new aluminium steam-pressure
cookers. The cooker is set over
one burner, and the entire meal
is cooked at once.
At one demonstration Il attend
ed in a department store recently
the cooker was adjusted to
pressure Of fifteen pounds, and a
dinner consisting of hamburger
steak, sweet potatoes au gratin
and steamed apples was cooked in
exactly twelve minutes. Think
Of it!
The demonstrator showed me
a dinner cooked in thirty min
utes at the same pressure Of fif-
teen pounds. This dinner con-
sisted of fried chicken, boiled po-
tatoes in jacket and a delicious
date pudding. Instead of paying
a high price for a young, tender
frying chicken, with the pressure
cooker an old fowl was used.
The bird was cut into suitably
sized pieces. seasoned with salt
and pepper, rolled in flour and
Drowned in fat in the bottom Of
the cooker for few minutes.
-Four slices Of bacon were added,
and then the other inset dishes
adjusted. Since the pudding was
particularly good. I pass on to
you the recipe the demonstrator
used.
Date Pudding-Put together I
cup az pinD molasses, l cup milk
and 1-3 cup butter. Sift together
cups flour, 6 level teaspoon
baking powder, u teaspoon each
Of salt, cloves, all-spice. nutmeg,
and add this to the first mixture.
Stone and fold in q pounds dates.
Put into buttered inset dish and
steam as directed above.
Then there was d ten-minute
dinner. This consisted Of pota-
toes. spinach. creamed carrots and
a delicious custard.
The Washington times., 1923-01-29
By John Goodman.

IN HE entire page was taken
up with the case; every
u thing was given in the
fullest detail. A flaring photo
graph of Agnes De Castro,
Viscountess Tallbois of Knayth,
occupied the center. For ten
days the lawsuit had filled the
newspapers. The court had taken
no chances this time. And it
found the claim of Agnes Tallbois
proved beyond all shadow of pos
sibility of doubt. She was the
First born and only legitimate child
Of William Travers Tallbois.
The gentlemen of the press had
spread themselves" to some pur-
pose. There were interviews,
comments, descriptions, all in
broad-splashed colors. There was
even half a column devoted to
Philip and Joan Mottisfont.
They were alone in the little
room. Joan. wondering why Phil
1p was so silent, came and looked
over his shoulder. She saw the
headlines. A sharp sob rose in
her throat.
1T is over. them" she said, '1t
Is finished?"
Finished" replied Philip quiet.
iy. settled finally. Nothing could
alter it, Joan; we knew that it
must come.
Let me seer' she said, reach
ing for the paper. Let me read
IT,"
He looked at her and saw how
pale she was. The old, feverish
CLEAN was in her eyes that he had
almost forgotten. Deliberately
Philip crumbled up the newspa-
per between his big hands and
thrust 1t into the fire, where it
caught and flared up the chimney.
Then he took her in his arms and
held her tightly.
Does it hurt you, sweetheart"
he whispered. us it very hard to
bear? l am SO sorry for you,
JOan-so sorry, dear"
For me-" she said, sit is less
than nothing. But for you" She
stole a swift glance at his face.
at was for you l wanted it so.
That is all"
81 care for it." he said steadily
and with sure conviction, las
much as l do for those ashes in
the grate-so much and no more"
"Ah. you are good to me-you
are good to me-" she said wildly.
Never was there anyone like you,
Philip. Down falls the curtain on
it all then-we neither of us care.
am too happy for the world to
touch me-"
For some time there was silence.
When Philip spoke again, his
voice took a grimmer note.
There is one thing" he said,
THAT remains, and which rouses
the most intense bitterness in me.
1t is the knowledge of all that
misery which was caused to you,
through the action of that scoun-
drel who called himself Bell, and
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with his friends Alicia's refusal
to see him. The colonel, obedient
to his yelled suggestion, had him.
self attempted unavailingly to
call on the duchess.
what unexplainable grief! It
is impossible to understand such
despair over a young aviator who
was merely a protege Of hers.
Unless, perhaps, he were her.
But the colonel's sense Of delicacy
would not allow him to insist
on such ignoble suspicion.
The prince could guess what
. Alicia's friends were saying
about her. "She has just lost a
lover, and while she is weeping
with theatrical vehemence, she is
getting ready for another, as
young as the first. A crime, in
deed; since poor Martinez is
condemned to death, and only
prolongs his days, thanks to
absolute quiet. The slightest
emotion means death to him."
Prince Michael could not tell
them the truth. The secret was
Alicia's. Only they two knew the
true identity Of the prisoner who
had died in Germany, and as
long as she kept silent, he must
do the same.
And then the Colonel told Mich
ael one day that he had that
afternoon seen the Duchess de
Delille dressed in mourning, get.
ting out of a carriage in the
Boulevard des. Moulins opposite
the Church of st. Charles. She
was doubtless going to pray for
her protege.
And the colonel said this with a
certain emotion as though the
visit to the church Cancelled all
the gossip he had been hearing
in the previous few days.
Michael decided at once that
this should be the means Of res
cuing him from his incertitude.
He would meet Alicia at the
church. And the following day,
toward evening. he began to walk
up and down the Boulevard des
Moulins, within sight Of the one
church in Monte Carlo, the place
of worship of gamblers and
wealthy people, which seemed to
maintain a certain rivalry with
the Cathedral of silent, ancient
Monaco.
This continual going and COM
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UN, O60T! OH. De0T!
find you and eat you?" asked Bsss,
her big blue eyes fairly popping
out of her head. Come on, Billy,
let's go home"
Billy tried to walk, but his toes
hurt him. He sat down on the log
and cried so hard that Bess started
home for their mamma.
"And the big bears might come
and" sobbed Billy, when some
thing attracted his attention and
he stopped crying
well, that's sure some spider,
said Billy as the eight-leSged
creature came slowly over the
green and started up the log on
which he sat. ooh, don't come
up here, I don't like spiders"'
"No," drawIed the intruder
slowly. I'm not fond of them
myself. But what have you been
crying for? Has some spideI
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ing finally caught the attention of
the shopkeepers on the street
and Of their clerks, girls with
their hair dressed high on their
heads in a complicated fashion,
who seemed to be dreaming be-
hind counters, waiting for mil
lionaire who would take them
from their position of unjust OBJ
scurity.
The Prince Annoyed.
prince Lubimoff!' They all
knew him, and his fame was such
that Immediately a hundred eyes
curiously sought the object of his
promenading. Doubtless it was
woman. On the deserted balconies
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women's heads began to appear,
following his manoeuvres more or
less overly. Window shades went
up, revealing behind the panes
questioning eyes and smiling lips,
might 1t be for me?" This un-
expressed question seemed to
spread from one window to the
next.
Annoyed by their curiosity, he
descended the double row of steps
from the tiny deserted square in
front of the church, using the
same strategy there as when he
had lurked in the neighborhood
of Villa Rosa. He peeped into
the interior of the sanctuary, dot
The Washington times., 1923-01-29
By Vincente Blasco Ibane,
Author Of 1.-THE Four Horsemen
Of the Apocalypse" and Other
Novels Of World RenOwn.


Of the Apocalypse" and Other
Novels Of World Renown.
A ND she showed Michael the
IN little yellow paper that
"A had arrived half an hour
ago-a telegram from Madrid an
nouncing the death of Alicia's son.
Come tomorrow" Valeria
urged Michael when she said
good-by to him. But the follow
ing day she had halted him at
the front door with the embar-
raised look Of one who is telling
a lie. "Alicia cannot receive you.
Ghe-wants to be alone"
IS And this inexplicable refusal
was repeated each successive
day for several days. Michael
was at a loss to understand this
unexpected rebuff, and he began
to circle around the neighbor-
hood of the villa like a jealous
husband. He always concealed
himself whenever the gate of the
villa opened and any one left the
house. But this spying on Villa
Rosa served only to rouse his
anger, for twice Michael had been
obliged to hide himself while
Lieutenant Martinez, erect in his
old, ill-fitting uniform, steadied
his weak sick body in desire to
appear proud and healthy, and
entered Villa Rosa through the
gate opened wide to him.
The Fatal Telegram.
Michael understood Alicia's in
terest in the soldier. His youth
and his uniform reminded her
wildly of her SON. And Marti-
-nez, alone in the world, bit of
wreckage from the war, needed
her care. Yet Michael could not
avoid feeling of sharp jealousy
Of the young soldier who came
and went freely at Villa Rosa
while, he, Michael, remained an
utter exile.
- In vain he wrote her letters,
his torment made greater by the
TACT that he could not discuss
The Washington times., 1923-01-29
By Blanche Silver.
why Billy Never Complains.

~ NE day while Billy and his
sister. Bess. were out play
" ing in the woods, Billy
stubbed his toe, and sat down to
cry.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! he sobbed,
the big tears rolling down his face.
What ever shall we do. Bess? I
can't walk another STEP"
But you just must walk" ex-
claimed his little sister, Bess. II
would carry you if I could, but I'm
too little"
You'll have to run right back
home and bring Mama or I'll have
to stay out in this wood all night,
and"
would the big bears and lions
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, was not bad waiting there. there
were no passers.by.
The traffic on the nearby
boulevard was invisible, as though
/ going on in the depths of a
ditch. Through the low branches
of some trees, he could just see
the roofs Of carriages and street
cars.
Night fell and she did not
come.
The following day Michael re.
turned, but discreetly, so as not
to arouse the curiosity Of the
shopkeepers. and waited for long
hours in the little square. Nor
did Alicia come this time.
The Washington times., 1923-01-29

THIS is the anniversary of the introduction into Con-
gress by Henry Clay, in 1885, of his compromise
resolution slavery. He put off the Civil War for
decade. Lincoln called Clay the beau ideal statesman
The Washington times., 1923-01-29

TOR wear is the simple frock the left
of whit, Rothicr fabric patterned with Persian motif
in brown Suede painted in color forms the jacket
wit the beige flannel skirt in the costume the right The
imp of three piece for the South
be oVereSlimaed.
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> ted with red by number of
lighted tapers. There were only
two women within, both Of them
dressed in mourning and kneel-
ing. They were women of lowly
fortune, wives or mothers Of men
killed in the war. On returning
to the little square, he passed
the time reading and re-reading
the headlines of all the papers
displayed on the newsstand. Then
he started off down a street,
turned into another, walked
across the square with an air of
unconcern, and hid behind q cor
ner taking care not to lose sight
of the entrance to the church. It
The Washington times., 1923-01-29

An unusual
scene from
the splendid
forthcoming
film drama.
"The
Enemies
Of Women, %
soon to be
shown at
leading
theatres.
Prince
Michael
LiOnel
Barrymore),
having
placed
many of
-
The Washington times., 1923-01-29
HE ENEMIES OF WOMEN By BLAsC0 IBANEZ

his jewels
in a huge
mortar
in which
he has
arranged
to burn
z
them,
touches off
the spark
that starts
the fire
while his
5m1lnafS
look on.
amazed
at his
disregard
Of money.
-
The Washington times., 1923-01-29
An Engrossing Story of Life and Love,
Thrilling Episodes and Unique Situa-
tons From Master Pen.

This famous story has been
created into q superIative motion
picture by Cosmopolitan Produc.
ton direction Of Alan CrosIand.
II will be released IS Q Para
mount picture.