Life — April 23, 1908 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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430 The Zip sped backward was reached at 2 P.M Goldfield awhile, the authorities were active. Scouting Suddenly there came news A sheriff's posse had discovered a dark, sinister form. Dub! In a few moments he was speedily dragged out by his whiskers and brought to where the noble Zip stood resting on the famous Chauncey Depew tires— nothing left of them but wind, but still perfect Metcalfe gazed at him sternly. “Dub,” he exclaimed, “what means this?” “Bribed by the Theatrical Trust,” mut- tered Dub, now thoroughly frightened “They told me that if [ would escape they would have me dramatized” “And you yielded! Think of Maxim's.” “But,” whimpered Dub, “it’s such a long time to wait artics were sent out APTER HIM AN INCIDENT AT SALT LAKE Taft grabbed him by the sideboards. “Come!” he exclaimed, “get in now We must be off. We'll have to be a little more gentle with him,” he whispered to Metcalfe, the Zip, amid the cheers of the populace, glided out of Goldfield “We won't kick him in the face any more. Tt was nearly nine o'clock on the eve- ning of that eventful day when they left Goldfield for the second time, and once more plunged toward the setting sun, or where it had set Back of them was the effete East composed of nature fakers, hairdressers, politicians, discredited magnates and Presiden| South of them was the wool belt—all cotton and a yard wide, and filled to over: flowing with first families and the negro question: North of them was British Columbia, the place where the boundaries come from. Ahead of them was the Pacific Ocean, full of rumors of war, val medical science and international politics. As they passed north of the Grand Canyon, several Rocky Mountain yoats tried to butt in, but in vain The Golden Gate lay dead ahead. And then —Alaska! al impossibilities. with slight accidents, where streams were ford ed or a precipice had to be jumped. happened in Indian Territory, and w: speedily repaired with the aid of an Indian file At Gonzales they stopped for general epairs In the meantime the Theatrical Trust had not been idle. Klaw and Erlanger were just waking up to the value of Dub Comstock Never having had occasion to study art before—their business not lying in this direction—they did not know any- thing about him. But their new play, “The Rogers Brothers in an Art Store,” needed another character, and Comstock was just the one. Th his esc had been reea were instrumental in effecting ‘ape, and when they found that he ptured, their rage knew no bounds. Honk! Honk! Taft and Metcalfe, resting from their long journey, suddenly looked up. Yes, there in the distance, on the road from Goldfield, was the well-known auto of the Theatrical Trust—three gold balls for a radiator—bearing down upon them. Both Yale men sprang to their feet. Taft’s eves gleamed “Never!” he exclaimed, “while old Eli lives, Theodore Roosevelt still guides me, and honor lies in the hearts of brave men, shall Dub Comstock be cap- tured!” Thus, with firm front, they waited the onslaught. (To be continued) comicbooks.com