Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 13, 1923, Page 8

PAGE EIGHT ‘Are All Men Alike’ By Arthur Stringer Author of “The Prairle Wife” INSTALLMENT NO. 1 “Life my dear is a waffle iron that shuts down on us and squeszes us fmto nice little squares like all the other waffles in the world.” Theodora Learns That Freedom Sometimes Comes at a High Price. Her name was Theodora, which maeans, of course, “the gift of God." as her sad-eyed Uncle Chancler was fn the habit of reminding her. In full, it was Theodora Lydia Lortl lard Hayden. But she was usually called Teddie. She was the kind of girl you could- not quite keep from calling Teddie, 4f you chanced to know her, Teddie you must remember, was not mascu- line. God bless her adorable little boty, she was anything but that! Bhe was merely a poor little rich girl who'd longed all her life for freedom and had only succeeded in bruising, if not exactly her wings, at least the anterior of a very slender t he bars of a very big and impr cage. And as she fought for breathing Space between the musty tapestries of deportment she was called intract- able and incorrigible, when the only thing thet was wrong with her was! the subdminal call of the wild in her cloistered little bosom, the call that| should have been respected by turn-| ing her loose in a summer camp,| | where she might have straightened stully and clumsily tried ot kiss her. out the tangled-up Robinson Cruso| eomplexes. At the ten¢er age of seven after in- esroeration for sprinkling the West Drive with roofing-nalls on the oc- casion of a fete champetre from| which she had been excluded on the Ground of youth, sho had amputated| ker hair and purchased appropriate| attire from her playmate. Gerald! Rhindelander West, intent on run- ning away to the ar West and be- coming a cowboy, It was about this time that her| @reamy-eyed father, who bad been Dorn to more millions than he carei| to count, “gave up dining out to eount electrons," as Uncle Chandler expressed it For Teddie's father was an ema teur mathematician and scientist, ‘who had made two mportant discov- eries in lght-deflection, sufficient to convert him into what Uncle Chand- Jer denominated es “an ecll; hound,” which meant that he went! dreamily and repeatedly off to Ari-| wona or Egypt or this Island of Prin- ctpe. And this brought about the “d!- ‘vorce” in the Hayden family, the old| Major sturdily mantained, not an; cut-andout Court one, but an astral “ Don't Touch \t "The House of Intrigue,” Etc. one, with a twelveinch telscope as a co-respondent However that might have been, it left Trumbull Hayden a very faint and ghostly figure to his daughter Theodora Lydia Loritlard, who had her own natural and inherited love for solitude, but could never be alone just as she could never be free. At first, when she moved about she did so with a maid or a groom at her heels. Then came tutors and teach. ers and governesses, each determin- ed in characted and each departing in time with a secret consolation check from Uncle Chandler and the convic- tion thet Miss Theodora was any- thing but the gift of God. Teddie attended her first bolicay party tn the white and gold ballroom of the St. Regis, where she danced very badly with very dignified young partners, There she not only stumbled on to the bewildering consciousness that there was something different in boys and giris, but publicly punched one of the youths in the eye for holding her in a manner which she regarded as objectionable. And later tn at when the olcer brother of the thump ed one scugut tae amends, and Teddie agreed to let by-| gones be bygones, that youth. cheer- Whereupon, Th; ra first enun- ciated her significant, her perieved and her some what exasperated query: “Are all boys like that?” “Poor mother, you know, hasn't a thought later than 1899," this apostle of the new averred some years later. “There were some very respectable though{s in 1899, as I remember hem," her Uncle Chandler respond- ed. * “Theye were too respectable," she said. ‘‘They were smug. And I de- spise smugness.” The oM dandy contemplated her with a ruminative stare. “You're right, Tecdikins,” he fin- ally agreed. “We all get smug as we get older. Life, my dear, is a waffle fron that shuts down on us and squeezes us into nice little squares lke all the other waffles in the world It will come end take even the im- mortal You-ness out of you. It tames you. Teddie and trims you down, and turns you out an altogether accept: able but an altogether commonplace member of society." Now( mnst giris of Teddie’s set and inclination escape from their adoles- cent boredom by excursion into am- orous adventure. But TeCdie felt that sMadame Who’ INSTALLMENT NO. THIRTEEN. OOM, BOOM, BOOM! They were sending shells across the river. whither the gallant gray lads were making their last stand. The tumult @bout the house had ceased. “Jeanne, how could I help loving you? How could any man? But you shall not live in dread and doubt any longer, oath or no oath. I waa not the man who stepped out end first offered to marry you. It was Mor gan. He knew who you were.” “But—the mark on “It was made recently. God knows his arm!” what (ark idea he had in mind. Be- sides the mark isn’t quite {dentical |nead toward the quiet form by the|let peddier. The girl stopped and to the true one. See!" He roiled up; table. “It was Armstrong, the man) passed over to the sloe-eyed Greck a his sleeve, jwho died in your garden. Presently |¢wenty-dollar bill. 7” ter | GOd—WHll Judge us both together.” Pxplaining . that his exchequer Jou a aecin. ow te il, ave let] “Kennedy stretched out his ands.|stood much too limited to make| some. stranger! there: was ltgbijess| ting ei Qt! Randi Srved\’wonddldd | floweret”’ he’ detinnded. foothing and valorous things, She| of her arrangement with Raoul Uh What's the North or the South ts 0@ Upon each head. From the gray|chango for the bill, he placed the|in his etep, notiwithstanding, his|what/ it wae about bim. that made| eddie explained the sttumtion. toon hd thé satiefaction moreover | ian, ‘What's the North t ms “© lman's lps came with incredible even-|tray of violets in. the girl's hands.|gize, and any amplitude of ventral| him eo attractive to women, co | “Fuh just made a sale to thie guy! tog by a higher official ne Pe| She was as clean of heart as she Sie avaert | ness of tone the marriage ritual. |potnted toward a near-by store, and concour was corrected by a tightly} One Collar. a bunch,” annount here, didn't yuh?" persisted the offl| nounced that as there was no cas.|was clear of head, and hi Soni | ‘When the last word was spoken. ‘plainly implied that he would break/| laced obesity-belt. the little thing, giving scant evidence bay Rpiont: hbethue twhia Teutte tree ti . she resented JARSON KENNEDY lurched in| there came a deep suspiration. The the twenty and return with change.| For the stranger was Raoul Uhlan,| of being thrilled. She noticed the “Yea, this te the doliar he paid me,"| fur wecdle tated {ook vine Raout| “Hat beean to dawn on her as the a aes jhance slipped imply to his knees.| So Teddi stood patiently holding} and Rabul,Uhlan was an artist, who| man's ‘wince, but Dpvecy reamed) tt | ot ls” aaiticwialged. Ulan) at her side. And, before she| \rnecessary physical nearness of Sindhroush the geen ehice, |Both Jeanne and Armitage looked up|the tray of violets, happy in the| found the quest of beauty both w pro:| mrose from Hips proeibeer Lae ater gy ate en epee ied ke te Rar “eerie | the man aa he corrected her draw Saale 3, | auickly. |Mowery perfumes which were being} fessional and a personal necessit: his dollar, tucl into ¢ r ae 1 wee agree’ that Uhlan was to come | {95 covered with wounds, and the green: | “pg: 2, Kennedy's stormy |wafted up to her deticately distended] Ho hove-to in the offing, for. the| of the tray, and handed him the vio-| secutor. ‘Bowl. bave:to Gomie|ialong| wee agreed that Uhian sive hor ec'| But tis Knowiedge was undeniie h pallor on his unshaver 06 fo a's into the. ‘ailetlaasen. acilagiy > buy: | lets. ; 7 c: a thas ee ee ee : ot ut au PN sae agus ta i Kly_Annocent eric eae bal Just then an officer in uniform} But Raoul Ublen tnetated on call | ons tn Art ke of Art si its th ie orate true, She eae ne ee. we : st eninge "hens conf: f c 7 {cab and in transit to the waer lesson that ing some@hing. So she re = page tal ea ae minal baer decided as he n-| sauntered up and confronted ber ing a taxi-ca t to the ; iano | ; f an tow pyright, 1922, Be P | By pap de Se ae seetae he ilttle! “Tub gotta license t’ peddje them|rotice court managed to say man; Lega the wisdera (Continwd un Page Nine) »the gray man, but Kennedy waved {him aside, | {i am ness dying!” A strange gentle- formed about his mouth and eyes. ‘Jeanne Beaufort, forgive! I, who once preached of the Lamb, have lived as the Wolf. Christ said: |‘Forgive them, for they know not |what they do. And I—have not al- |ways known what I did! Poor child!" He beckoned to Jeanne, then to Armitage. ‘“Kneel, children. God |has given you love;: I will give you | benediction. Knee! | 'ONDERINGLY the two knelt. A’ Armitage had never seen Ken- nedy’s face like his; never had there been that benign note in his votce. | Jeanne dropped to her knees in a | blind wonéer. | ‘Jeanne Beaufort, the man you married {s dead. No, not Morgan.” |—as Jeanne mechanically turned her COME ON, CLD PAL © WE ovéuT TS GET NEw ORLEANS. Coe Casper Dafly Cridune I HAO THE GoveRNoe Ss SUITE RESERVED, Mw TRUNKS SENT, ON AnD EVER THING —— Sar sue Now . LooK aT Us - In @ BY MipmiGHT tf oWE HUSTLE wow SATURDAY, JANUARY 13, 1923. By Billey De Beck You Go 1 FIRST, SPARKY- le Its Ok Give ME The HIGh i ASHameD — Such A GREAT Bic Bov Uke You To Do A THiIng Uwe THat- f — \F You Were Just A They —— ourte? ! OORT KY Careowe Wwe Ua ats THe way—Just FlatreR EM A UTrLE — MAKE THEM THINIE THEYRE CREAT Bic MEW AND HEH —IT WAS ARIGHT FER ME Litrce GRoTHER Here To Do tT. WASH'T (7 MISTER she had exhausted love very early in fe, having at the tender age of nine fallen in love with a Park po- iceman. And so she tipped over the apple- cart, brokia jail, bolted, took her life ‘n her own hands by allying herself with Art. She abjured the parental roof, leas- ed a studio in Greenwich Village, and announced that she intended to ex- ic.’ She Called Out In a Choking Squeak of Anger.” press herself through the pure and | medium of dry-point or | mpersonal modeling-cl She wasn't quite sure which it was to be. She panted for freedom and | she dodn’t stop to worry over what \particular hand was to bring about |her Uberation. She installed her roadster ,in ao downtown garage (to be taken out |rather shamefacedly), bought a Latin Qaurter paint-smock and bobbed. her |hair and@ learned to manipulate a kitchenette gas-rango. “Xs a matter-of-fact girl, Teddie had | scant patience with undue attribution lof the romantic to the commonp) |¥et the manner in which she jmet Raoul Uhlan, {t must be a(mit- ted, was not without its touch of the / picturesque. Teddie, still a little intoxicated with |her new-found liberty, one morning | was swinging smartly up Fifth ave- |nue, when she caught sight of a vio You MISSED IT, SIM You SsHouLDa BEEN aT BaRBaRas House Party LawsT eve Boy-' Had To HOUT “THOSE MOLLS OFF VaATH a CwBR-E DUNNO WHY IT IS, WHO SIMPLY PesfereeD ABovT a *MusTARD Piastee— Hee Name Tas2e WAs ONE DuMBDORA, TH UFE oof ME-TAU GOSH, SKEEZIx,/'M OLAD You'Re HERE. 1 HAD A HORRIBLE DREAM! | THOUGHT SOMEBODY was TRYING TO Take Awayr FRom mE! Homecy 2? BRoTHER, SHE LookED Cike THE STATUE OF “WHATS TH’ USE of WINNIE WINKLE, THE BREADWINNER. The Wedding Date Is January 24th GOSH, THINGS ARE COMING TO A HEAD FAST! | [T NO DARLING, T CAN'T WAIT TILL ee terk FROM TDA WANNER WARNING WINMIE,!| JUNE! SUPPOSE WE MAKE THE CAPS THE CLIMAX! IT'S AGOOD THING WINNIE ING DATE, WEDNESDAY, NEVER SAW IT !! THE ONLY THING FOR ME TO DO, JANUARY 24 tb 22 7-—~ NOVO 1S TO GET MARRIED AS SOON AS POSSIBLE !! To BE MARRIED ON THE A444, EH? WELL 1'M SORRY TO THANKS, MR BERRY! AND bed hS'tetir KITTY CLAW Fol POSITION? KITTY HAS BEEN RERE A LONG TIME me “yeas! THE AFTER TH’ WAY | TREATED TH FRONT FOR ME AN’GEI ; 7 GEE, IT'S A DIRTY SHAME! WINNIE, SHE GOES RIGHT TO TS ME HER JOB! 3 DON'T DESOIVE IT!) GOSH, 1 JES’ CAN'T HELP LOVIN’ HER!!! Napa ee