KiaiaKjSc ii v; "-" 'T rsri" cv, i :f"T, fV ' Vft .- . -w 'CJiMU w . V '7. i ""TJJW?" EVI&NING PUBLIC LEDGER PHILADELPHIA, ,I(MDAYr, JAXUABY 1022 in '. y- fj W,?.: Twrjr V1M i ' I I he a Ivhl - fut itlts: B If THE FORTUNE HUNTER '( By RUBY M. AYRES " Auther of "Th Baehtter Hu$hand," "The Ont Unwanted," etc. '' Copyright by Wheeler Syndicate, Inc. 0 acreie TH nWINH TUB 8TOIIY ue one! eoerl-looKWff. out cut ' VOX"? ",".". r..i. iruafrr ru ncr n i.? L Vi7.r the MmiIIIi. tiuH nfflSfJ n eirl. who te firtcllff ?.." bacfc from abrcaiL. Her name ""T- ii h name as Jehn ;iMii(. -.--- ,7let the Muii te f". r.rfV aiiit h Ctrl te .Anne, rrrhreth.rU!HJueVir3at Anne rrT,ki dtad man nr engaged te be "iLiJi S teetntrte neloheor. renin. "03i-. W MsufKr 0" n that he ""W-iwXyi '"tea 7A. Si i. arlrmV h,r faith anil eav, l&te Although l has no rjaht. the &? llunter lealeue of rich Ootf Oetf T,!L rcttir. a ' relcetttl eultpr. Ae Anne Wneuriee him. her life le endaugertd 15 a nwaifOi herte. AND HCnn IT CONTINUES mHB Fertun6 Hunter 1ft the horse get iUvel with !.J.m. then he swjng round, cAtcnms iuc "j-". - nng bcsltle It. HA hunir en witn grini DiruiiKi"! i tt,mptln5 t nrrt te cnccK cne a n mars specu. um im."i, - - - ttrength nnI presence. Anne hid her face. He would be killed, Ae thought wildly, and hoped thnt she ""..,? a,. in. She ceu (1 feel the het breath of 'the horse, ns It snorted pest w: afraid new of its own strength; n&d the ring of the hoof, deaden ngeln MflHwav once mere, nnd then suddenly II stepped. .... ,, , . She looked up; tnr """. ";,i i..5 ti, hnr,e under control ; he steed b7lde It patting its stenmlng neck, lalklng te It BoethliiRly. The man I-'er-aie had flipped te the Krpinul; he web white and shnhrn; he could net Und his X when Anne rushed te join !. She IneUfil at Jehn. "Veu are net hurt I theiiKht I wne nfrnld you aughedV "It xw nothing!" He tamed I te Fernle. "What frightened the peer bruteV" he naked. Fernle found his voice with nn effort, rv. TrA nnlv known; cursed brutu! Ebn's never done It before 1" ,i..i.i.. imnil. "W 1 Jim lead her back (e the inn for inr?'' he i.skcd. "I'll . ,i,i. l,r nenln.' They walked lmck Ucr the bridge together, the 1-ertune nunter leading the tremblins hernc. nnil nothing mere was said till they reached the inn, tnen old rennc, iuui.hik i' i him, wtd: "And who have T te thank for for the fact that I'm ittill nllve?" Ills voice was faintly ironical, but hi eyes were net unkindly nn he looked t the young man s iiumicu iace. Ann e.ime forward. "This 1m my fiance, Mr. l'crnlc; t-hc bald quietly. mi. .jeiin euiuii. 'Hiere was n moment's silence, then the old man bowed with rather exag gerated ceurteiy. "I am picascu 10 meet you. .ur. Jeha Smith, and perhaps some day you may be glad te remember thnt we linxe net for th first lime In such nus nus picleus clrcumttanccs." he said dryly. "Fernle's rum chap." the Fortune Hunter said, ns he nnd Anne were walking home ngaln. "A inu-cr cuss, and yet, you knew, somehow he in teiests me." Anns shivered. "Dees he? I never feel that I trust him." The Fortune Hui.ter laughed. "Oh, come. lie was civil enough this afternoon." "Was he? There's fcemethinz nbeut H eyev " she broke off te odd nftcr a moment, "don't let us talk about him: and. Jehn If ou If you could make it up with Temmy." Her voice was hesi tating, nlmeft apologetic. Th Fortune Hunter frowned vcvedly. "I nwer meant te unset him. I lout my temper. I admit. I'll find him when we get back," Hut femtiiy wna nowhere nbeut. and rftcra xain senrch for him the Fortune Hunter went mi te the dltUK-d rnnm nt Ltte tu, of the house where thev had JlITled Jehn Smlth'n luo:nne l hp ,int )f the way. It ttoeu in n forlorn liean beneath f Hiimll gabled window, the sunlight. hle'i hed strugglril nut from bclitn.l 10 ralll e Ollilx. llllllill" ilciwii no It mul utllnlng the many labelH nnd the dead nan's Initials with painful ilistinet- S9. One of the boxes hail been nncncil : ,ts lid v.ai feried back, but none of the eings liutl ns ct been disturbed. There ere n few clothes, s,eine colored (dilrts bat looked n If they Imd never been v?ir,n' nn' n 'et ' 1,UUV'H thrown tin Wily together. The Fortune Hunter get i vagim glimpse of them before, with i savage gesture, he raised the open lid ind slammed it down again. He had no use for n dead man's pings, ami a ncue top of sunerstl tnlldly. "Temmy la rather sensitive, leu must net take nny notice of his little rvnyd," but his eyes sought the young. man's face sharply for an In stant befere he changed the Hublect. when dinner was ended the Fortune Hunter made another attempt te find Tem. "Ivet me go nnd leek for him. Where Is he likely te be?" Anne idioek her fiend. "I don't knew. He wanders off by himself for hours nt a time. Ler.rc him nlent, Jehn," she smiled, suddenly. "If you want te be particularly nice te him when lit comes In hunt dp the bearskin." The Fortune Hunter flushed nnd frowned, but he answered quietly Miptigh : "Very well, If he really wants it. They wandered out Inte the garden together again, nnd wit down en the narrow steps that led down te the river. "It's very dull here In Hemerten," Anne said suddenly. "I wonder hew fcoen you will be tired of it, Jehn?" "When you arc tired of me, per haps." She leaned her cheek ngnlnst his shoulder. "Yeu knew you are quite safe in making that remark," she an swered. . There was n little hilcnce when the Fortune Hunter broke. "What de people de hcie nlkilny? People who live here. I mean," he nsked. "I don't knew; I leek. after the house for uncle and go nbeut with Temmy, nnd remetlmcs wc piny tennis, ntiil sometimes we go te dinner nt the FbS1 FbS1 tcre or ether people." "i'es, but I mean ordinary people- n man like Fernle, for Insttwee." "Oh Ferule!" She gave n little shiver of distaste. "1 denJt knew what he does. He'h n kind of mystery alto gether. Seme people nay he is very rich, and that hin little house is n regular treasure island ; ether people say that he 1ms only just enough te live en." The Fortune Hunter picked up a H.inoeth little stene nnd threw It ldlv Inte the river. "Where docs he live?" he asked. Anne pointed down the river. "There's a little cottage en the bnnk about half a mile alone. It's n tumble down place, but rather picturesque. Fernle won't de nnything te It. of course; they call it Ieng Kml Cot tage." "And he lives there alone?" She looked away from him across the river. "It's his own fault." she snld. In rather n hard voice. "He had a wife, but she ran away from him. I don't knew, but they sny he was nwfully ciuel te her. At nny rate" she ran away eh, years age! and took their child with her." "Well, you can hardly blame her when you leek at the old ninii," the Fortune Hunter admitted whimsically. He rose te his feet. "Shnll wc go for n walk?" It was getting dusk ns they walked through the village nnd past the weed where Jehn Smith had been found. Anne stepped nt its entrance with a little shiver. "I used te love the weeds,'' she said, "but new I don't believe I shall ever want te go there ngnln." The Fortune Hunter made no reply; he mud wondering what she veuld have felt hm! he told her that It was he who had found the dead man lying there under the bracken nnd who that dead man was. He glanced down ut the pretty face beside him grae new und a little Old and u throb of jealousy touched his heart. Was It he for whom she cared or the dead man? He put an arm around her und drew her te him with a fierce little movement. "Is it me jeu love," he usked, "or the man veu thought I was nil these 3 ears nge?" She looked up, flushing sensitively : then her cyct, fell. "I think It's you," Mie said nt last, "became since you've been here somehow I seem te have for gotten nil thnt happened nil tliekc jeurs nge. "I wish you could forget utterly," he said; then he let her go, and his face was moody ns thev walked en. He tried In vnln te 'shake off his melancholy, but it el tins like a mantle ; he was bitterly angry with himself ti thnt little scene with Temmy; he liked the boy, and had net wished te hurt him. apart from the tactlessness of such a thing. "Dees Temmy often stay away like tills?" he asked abruptly, and Anne admitted that he hnd done se before. "I wish he would oenio home, though." she added unenslly; "I dareHny he's down nt Leng 13nd Cottage with Fernle, He hns a wonderful collection of curies there, you knew, and Temrnv loves them." "He doesn't share your dislike of Fernle. then?" the Fortune Hunter said dryly. Anne shook her head. "Ne, thev nre quite friends." inev went back through the garden THE GUMPS The Old Gump Spunk Is By Sidney f VNEUV. OCMl- VlYUCC fvftt Ntt V) QOVMQ 10 PO MEM VPXbMB. JF-? MfttAJ THAT HWSR. puiefc. VeimSUF AVM T04 Ml KeUPsTWe8-T0NT 0V 1WNK TMVr . 7C) Bt'TTEfc. GEt K MM HRH rWtTAVCt XOUft. KVUTTN6 AWT YUE'Ll. GO CUE. r 10 -Wfc MOCQUE AW VTONfr TME BVOUNCi - I T eu- ts no $A?peiNTEtvrr; " Mt VIL StAV AT HOME- HEW YeMOS EVE l SUCKED MflHY AtWVfcX- tMW THE N16HT MA. 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OLD -OH6 ir 3EMD I GUKSS I CHASII LETTERS UP AM' D6WM THE. KE.y BOARt) ALL 1AV ' THP LOU& UfEAFJW AOAiOTOA4O0S SRMlp!r It' l JJjjgy n I I I . W ' ifTH; f-s in M ON) LOOK AT THAT SeTTfRpH - vJOST IN TIME. ! "" 3 Peer OLb WOAaai!NW, jH 71 amt Te be a E? cSl BP r?UA TMl 'I h" Iffl V? JELL-C FISH INI A, UT - SHELL ts& ivuaj r?t7Bi: j 111 aaijudTE. r OO jfcnmr -jJ - yhhhM II 1 should be mereJ vmssu savd my life: I'm ekc a Peer old wemam BUT i LL AIE-Y&K r 1 FORfiET IT ' MMOThmGTe IT' cluT Ferget it j Lr I J2Z ffiffiffli ' ' m a A MJvb ' A-E-HAVWARO- i I The Yeung Lady Acress the Way THE SUBMARINE ATTACK III) FONTAINE FOX SCHOOL DATS ' Ien swept through liltn, as he tuined ' ""d into the draw-lie room. Anne lift back en them and went down the walked ever te the nlnne and unt down. tlrs agnin te his own room. Idly turning ever the pages of n song 110 felt finlMei iinti ii.nl nultti..isi.l nf fhnf Hlfinil nn iIia pnnl -'' -I'..'i il.l.. ..III. ..I1IU1 l Jl -.... .... v..k ...v.l. 'is outburst of temper. He supposed i J'he Fortune' minter steed nt the guej that he had heen unwise anil 0l'ii window, smoking, nnd watching ' Jirebahly made un enemy for life of i 'er aciess the room. Vnne h brother ' "A penny for your theushts." he P1I. If rntil.l it I l.A1...1 TT.. 1 nruggfil Ins sheiildei-M philoRephlcallv. I 'Yltll cvers nuimenl he kpnmvil (n !, i ?& ,nm" deeply Inte (hi- mire: the " uiiiij wns te go en until he either I QuwJ It or let It conquer htm. I TOe Kens sounded, and he went down "inner, te liiul Anne nt the tabic ne. ie 1',r,l" Hunter looked round, i OiWre Is eierv nn nir iim.ln I eraray ' ''Temmv ,vtll i, .... ,.. . .ii , , "- -uiii in iu iiinner. h...L ' ' '1- "nn J "II, lIUIIIl. MC ittcujht you would be pleehed if he man- l te open the be. It wnx lather eiinii of you te hnlinve n rnn .11.1 l T'nrl.inn II..... n. ....... '. "" "m." .,:i",, """. .B.u cnmwn. . I He lauched. dininnl his .hn..M.r.. Im." He M H.r ..K.i '"I" V"' n!"l 1M t"l mf lewn again en the .iwni , uiii ninnn "It nile it ImvA !.. -I,,-.. .;"- rr -"-n" ..... uvhu n i uivii Mid suddenly. As nlic did net nnswer he meed across nnd took the song from her hands, reading the words en the open page nleud : "When you're jog, jog, jeggin' along the white read With your luck all upside down, Well, you don't much care if you're en the right read. When you're bound for nowhere town. "I'm Just as happy In the byways, mv wnj b Wherever I may be Fer thcre'B no friend waiting along the highways Fer a vagabond like me " The young lady ncreiis the way says the weather bureau is almost nlwnyi wrong and here It repoite only one inch of rninfnll when ninny of the puddles were four or five inches deep. 5 &" .it CV" rU K5, e S y d - e" . A ' r kv , r- . ir ir iv.i - s .'' . feK awr. ..,1 hy in' im 'x- 0 -fii W4l ) 'J H. r- Tja m u? ;in '.- V0 r ,f.K" .A ?5 A h' -k MKbt fl ' Vb'V HA v .:'. WwL i& ('pi r 37UA m s" & gfe-lj- (30QP iHTfcriD&P.S -j PETEY That's Something Me started tn tin. mt I Mopped him. "Xe. please, don't. Ommy Id Imltai. lf, ,.. I.:. m ...i. . i. in .. 7 V ; " w" uiiiisrii wnen l like this. I knew him se well ; he'll "ever It neon." Tbfi Knrttlnn fT,.nnH 1 i..i. i .i oek hts seat at the tnhle "-. ...u aam67s " ' l,.psct ,,,,- ftlrt "'rttlii n i-iV unu-iciiuwreil iievill' A ' e ?.UN reuBl1 ftn(1 eMiamcd. 0n"? fimlle', "Ye" "cver "d te he, Ne!" I.. ii,,i .,....,, fcWey, ..It ,t the en i'JXT uicn jeu fln.i i i, ,.,, ..,;, r: M. bruseuely """ no 8?8 ROt up, clme rnmul. n,..l i.i.i I Him . ... I.i. .i . .' "." -" -ii his Bnemuers, standing be Wm be that he could net s hi MVi euld net see her "I don't mill,! hn, ...... .i. i. anged." sh....' "....." .:"" ,nve it you," ,veu ' l0V0' ,.t.iUr.n.eA .W .! with quick. 5" with h.Vff St',..b'hAd ' LS?'a, rather bemrir. rt "ilfirt'lln; CB,m.n, in at tht me- li . W."2L C0Jn,n ' t0 dinner. He u a mil niinnan 11 i a Jpeks. ktk'il',..''," Ann PUd, .., nuc the fortune Hunter tn r'r.i- ..,.. . . Mt'rE " i. "y with me. let some keys and opened XJ5 ,,and I snannwl hi. t..i" .?.' about me," he said unthlnklnalv. nnd went back te the window nnd btoed looking Inte the garden with moody eyes. What wns he doing hcie when the read wus his place the read where, iu spite of ninny hardships, he had Known much dimple happlnc.vi during his wanderings? "Whnt nre you thinking nbeut, Jehn? ' Anne asked, She wns watching him across the room with troubled ejes. He turned abruptly, net daring te trust himself te leek at her. "I was thinking that I must get Teinmv's bearskin," he said. He went upstairs te the attic, where the moonlight was iwklng inquisltlve fingers among Jehn HinlthH bexe.s, the words of the song ringing In his earn: "Fer there's no friend waiting along the highway Fer a vagabond like me." Would that be' true of him again seme day? he wondered. It ulinest seemed as If It lay with him nt Uils moment te dioese, as he steed there, hesitating te open the closed lid of the box before him: then, suddenly he moved, steeped and flung back the Hd, and, going down en his kneen en the wooden lloer, began slowly te take out the content. Clethes; most of thorn nw, nnd ap parently unworn; a few books; i, few photographs of towns and wide stretches of prairie, a number of letters and a diary en loose sheets of. pa per. I lct that vjemam L l make me sweats off 5MeMG Hew DID EVER HAPPEW AKftWAY iiUV- nun i.tiet " ri n f - , 9 - -U -VHAY A Feet! UHAT A Foel.'.' DO THE JAT?UEDgST luii . c . r I , inisiu e AA-Rp-TH By C. A. Voight GASOLINE ALLEY Back te Normalcy SAY-' -1? Y The aan Vjhat did Yeu t5WEAR OFF Feii TfiEL!EWNBAK? ' cc f V J r-t m I r i ) -CLEAUIWC UP OGA12- ASWE '! 1 ' -s r mBEAT JUMPIN1 Jeme:fpuatI "N THe LAST TIME ON TH5 SCALES I WEIGHED 217. I ' . . . i -.- i Nn i ,.. .m -. - mx r,-'f V 2.a6 ! ur ie vr r r r . Kl - x ii A950HJTeL M0THIN6- WITH STABru no. M FATS IN HOC ME. (Zcu I ii. Ki 1 1 4 r ' " l s vc rKOM HOW ON! H LlSTCN SKGeux'. Veu'vr Get I Tb UA.KC ME UP AN HOU EARUDjA ZSICK1 MCKN1MG-! IM dETTING- TOO A1UCH Sueepr l& H V. ' WHV Sen! you 0M "&'"' Tc tHwk op C.. -r , iOMETHINGr Te UJOKK.1 1--J wUU.M IKUUDVULIi m w i, f I What the AArafA'J:- ' ?J , iaBMrT-1 r ik IU1KJW ffl w'; !4 a "it By DWIG te BuKing (J V43H IMIIi.l "U. I'm sorry." ""u uu " rqinf ad "H' 1. .-M f """ Tery i . .uuNTinuuu u CONTINUED TCfMOIlHOW & fl .' I I.I l,. Jhan'"' 'r" " 'v &j&lL J: -.. jy- :, C- . r-L-' 3E' ',l
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