"PAGE TEN .FRITZI RITZ 'vv ":2 "r“ “3, JP” -'\‘ , 2’ GOSH FRITZi-HOW 00 ~ ' , YOU EXPECT ME TO PAINT YER PICTURE Ir: YOU'RE GONNA YAWN LIKE THIS - wens THE MATTER WITH (WHERO SABB uP THERE , Z4; ,,.,_ aw Loom UKE I‘M sun l-Irb austeonvsroe Tue all came! / Gosh-'wun‘r‘A DAY,TO' E ,- BROKE-d THAT PICTURE OF MADAM ZIPP THE OPERA SINGER ME DO IT!! Y'MEAN T'SAY A PICTURE CAN MAKE '00 WNW % MAKES THE EVENING SENTINEL‘ By Ernie Bushmiiler SURE. !- co TAKE A LOOK AT IT! It. ‘VA,‘( . meow. 'V’ Wm. Q . . ,um par/HIW l I h i /' / ”W HO HUM-f @ I GUESS .YER RIGHT FRITZ! ! M/ ”“ ,// 4 By Fred Lochefl l ' x\\ A * tick] ~ ' .. World '75. ~' .\ '. ZICEBO, I TO TiCKETS .eu'r HE. cau‘r 60, AND- . ‘ I‘usm some sumac: - .' no no ~ I DOROTHY DARNIT “5 You couw omits .IIIELI. i‘M rum But-H, Bur As TI'IME com out: WORK To TAKE'CVRIL LONG .65 me DUI/lune BEEN . a BALI. ems! GlDEON our two PLhNNiNG ON “tau. truer TAKE (.T‘ME ‘ . Heae one 0% Huh! THE ' 'TiCKEYS . HM! atb mow or no?” Sears -Ri& INR‘IHE Lou voo‘ne THE MAID “TO-DAY EH! on: ‘ rebuff" .l S NCRA You FOLKSTREATED .HER AS ONE or THE FAMILY («AS Mcmmujj' JOE’S CAR By Vic c.» IMW'WoIMIIPm-Pulrla ‘7~ l8 artifice conflict: To met HBABL fl l‘m menses mounts tame. ’KiE mgmeinfiov 7515mm) lb} use. 532; snom‘wtnlrsgeosfimnp To, i set dcwmrsmrtmvs one her he. . "-‘i’I'I-Ie new Geueeaamou (hues Just: FROM Insular; Tli‘afr Kub Abou‘r HIS 'EuifiURE. -- ME A pA'lN— AtiUAYS LUAHTING ANA‘ 'OIL’. . ' WW '1 T "'fSAVAGFS. ' 1N maths All US! ’4'. / RABBITBORO “mime" ‘1 A'Butw BASBB’A‘M- 3. I '77; PM»! _ -‘ \ N THE. , we . "mi/inn ramp 1 44m: 114: ' Demo‘s HEAD: Acheson! ' ww- \ ToP'!!! memo, ow idyMilt'Gross // 9 . ‘ 11 a" . 5? f _ ‘Watls ‘ By Albertine Randall v“ i \g’EFgL HERE WE AREJ'lA l-TWO DAYS 0 ERFEC’T PEACE ALL BY ouRsELvest NOTHIKIG LIKE PURE EUNADULTERATED NATURE. wIMT? You Par " DAD grommet! m DiD . BdrTLE OF UR: . UNADOLTERATED GIN N HERE FOR? THIS ocea- l THOUGHT n‘ wouw BE 50 USEFUL wuss rr ms seem-y. 'ER'TB STICK A i HquIFITwe SATURDAY, JULY 18, 1925. ’1’: Iames Oiivé’r Curwcnd A LOVE Epic or THE me noun-I, - or mm, v“ .1 Copyright. Inn. by Doubleday. Page A Go. I, "IAREI. BON OF KAZAN." a Vita reph Plcture. With We". the War Do. Is an Adsotet on or This story SYNOPSIS What Bush MoToypart, the [co- tor. intended, had some about. Bares. the day, his old enemy, [ob lowing the [actor’s trap lines. and. stripping them of Iced, had walked straight into In “nest" that had beeniatdlorhinaeadwuaprt'e- our. McTayport [cued him there and pleated over his misery. Bares snarled book but was helpless. And then came along a human stranger. “You 9001 devil," he said sympov thetionily, to Bares. "An outlaw! Well, they haven't played you a m square glam!"- ——.._._ CHAPTER XXVll—Continued He rose and faced Mc'l‘sggart. '1 had to set _a lot of traps like that.‘ the Factor apologised. his face reddening slightly under the steady gase oi the stranger’s blue eyes. Suddenly his animus rose. “And he‘s going to die there. inch by inch. l'm going to let him starvs.androtinthetraps.topay for all he's done.” He picked up his gun. and added. with his eyes on the stranger and his finger ready at the trigger, “l'm Bush Mo- Taggart. the li‘actor at Lee Bain. Are you hound that way. M'sleul" “A few miles. l'm bound up oountry~beyond the Barrens." Mc'l‘aggart felt again the strange thrill. “Government?” he asked. The stranger nodded. “The—Police. perhaps?” persist- ed Mc’l‘aggart. “Why, yes—of course—the Po nee.“ said the stranger. looking straight into the Factor's eyes. “And now, M'sieu, as a very great courtesy to the Law l‘m going to asks you to send a bullet through that beast's head before we go on. Will you? Or shall ll” “It’s the law of the lino.”, said lic'l‘aggart. "to let a trap robber rot in the traps. And that boost was a devil. Listen—~" VSwiftly. and yet leaving out none of the line detail. he told of the “You poor devil: he said, the smile going out of his tace.’ 'You poor deviil' weeks and month's of strife be tween himself and Bares: of the maddening tutility of all his tricks and schemes and the still more maddening cleverness ot the beast he had at last succeeded in trap- ping. “He was a devil—that clever." he cried fiercely when he had fin- ished. “And now—would you shoot him. or let him lie there and die by inches. or the devil should?“ The stranger was looking at Bares. His face was turned away trons hic’raggart. He said: '1 guess you are right last the devil rot. If you‘re heading for Leo Batu. M'sieu. I'll travel a short distance with you now. it will take a couple of miles to straighten out the line of my compass." He picked up his gun. um‘. gart led the way. At the end of half an hour the stranger stooped. and pointed north. “Straight up there—e good five hundred miles.‘ he said. speaking lightly as though he would reach home that night. 'l'll leave you . hen." , Be made no otter to shake hands. E 5’ 3 a E g: E 5.5 t 35 c5; seas. :3! flag 9 S 3‘ 5 as E? hands. Boy, by George, we had! You're a wild one. he says. Well so am 1. Told him my name was John Madison. it ain’t. l'm Jim Carrel. And. oh Lord—all 1 said was ‘Poliee.’ And that was right. It ain't a lie. l‘m wanted by the ‘ , whole corporation - by every ' danged policeman between Hud- son's Bay and the Mackenzie River. Shake, old man. We‘re is the same boat, an' l'm glad to meet you!” CHAPTER XXVIII - Jim Carvel held out his hand. and the snarl that was in Baree's throat died away. The man rose to his feet He stood there. loch ing in the direction taken by Busl ‘y, Mo'l‘aggart. and chuckled in a cart 3 one, exultant sort of way. There was friendliness even in that chuckle. There was trieudllness is his eyes and in the shine of his teeth as he looked again at Baree About him there was something that seemed to make the gray day , brighter. that seemed to warm the :1 chill air-a strar-ge something that radiated cheer and hope and com radaship Just as s hot stove sends out the glow of heat. Bares felt it For the first time since the two men had come his trap-torn body lost its tenseness: his back 5 sagged: his teeth clicked as he K shivered in his agony. To this I man he betrayed his weakness. in “ his bloodshot eyes there was s hungering look as he watched Carvel—the self-confessed outlaw. ‘ , And Jim Carve! again held out his ~ hand—much nearer this time. "You poor devil,” he said. the smile going out of his face. “You poor devil!" ' The words were like a caress to Bares—the first he had known since the loss of Nepeese and Pier- rot. He dropped his head until his Jaw lay fiat in the snow. Carvei could see the blood dripping slow» ly from it “You poor devil!" he repeated. There was no fear in the way he put forth his hand. It was the confidence of a great sincerity and a great compassion. it touched I Bares'e head and patted it in a 1 brotherly fashion, and then—slow 1. ly and with a bit more caution—it u wont to the trap fastened to Be; ree's forepsw. in his half-crazed brain Bares was fighting to under- stand things. and the truth came . finally when he felt the steel Jaws . ' of the trap open. and he drew forth his maimed foot. He did then what he had done to no other creature but Nepeesc. Just once i his hot tongue shot out and licked Carvel's hand. The man laughed. With his powerful hands he opened the other traps. and. Bares was free. For a few moments he lay with- out moving. his eyes fixed on the man. Carve] had seated himself . on the snow-covered end of a birch ‘ log and was filling his pipe. Bares ‘ watched him light it: he noted with new interest the first purplish cloud of smoke that left Cnrvel’s mouth. The man was not more than the length of two trap-chains away—end he grinned at Bares. “Screw up your nerve. old chen.‘ . he encouraged. "No bones broke.‘ Just a little stiff. Mebby we'd better—get out.” ' He turned his face in the direc- tion of Lee Bela. The suspicion , was in his mind that Mc’l‘aggart might turn back. Perhaps that same suspicion was impressed upon Bares. for when Carve! looked at him again he on on his feet. staggering a bit as he gained hls equilibrium . in another mo- ment the outlaw had swung the peck-sack from his shoulders and was opening it. He thrust in his hand and draw out a chunk of raw.‘ ' red meat. ' 'Killed it this morning.“ be en- plnined to Bares. "Yearling hull. , tender as partridge—end that's as . fine a sweetbread as ever came out from under a backbone. Try itl" He tossed the flesh be Bane. There was no eunivocstion in the manner of its acceptance. Bares was tarnished—and the meat was fiung to him by a friend. lie buried his teeth in it. His jaws crunched it. New fire leaped into his blood as he feasted. but not for =". an instant did his reddened eyes . ,;I leave the other’e face. Garvel re- placed hls pack. He rose to his feet. took up his rifie. slipped on his snowshoes. and hunted the north. ‘ . ”Come on. Boy." he said. 'WeVe got to travel." , It was a mattsrof-fsct invitation. as though the two had been travel- ling eompanione for a long than it was. perhaps. not only an invitb ‘ tion but partly a command. It pue- sled urea. For a toll halfninuta he stood motionless in his tracks gazing at Cami as he strode into the north. A sudden wavelets twitching shot through Bares: be mug his head toward he Bail: heleeked againatCarvel. ands whine that was scarcely more than a breath came out of his threat. The man was last about to disab- pssr into the thick ans-nest «no —":.~ ’ Wesley And Evolution. (Methodist Review.) Were John Wesley alive today he would be considered a' "modernist"‘ regarding evolution and the Bible. Ive member or the Methodist mili- . W new test Jo‘h: rI-ve I,“ 1‘ _ e, “I ministers he translated the "Corn temptation of Nature." by llonnetof Geneva. who coined the word evolu- tion. Wesley believed that creatiol moves from the simple to the -- ' - pies. He taught that there _ links between mineral. plant. . - : 33.
Norwalk Chronicler