The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 25, 1920, Page 4

2 SER iy. . ~ BRIDE IS DIVORCED ~ Judge Jurey Sets Precedent as Jap Wife Wins Decree on Cruelty Grounds Filsano Utsunomiys, 24, who has Deen fighting for her marital free- dom since Jan. 19, 1919, obtained it Friday afternoon in Superior Judge John Jurey’s department. B husband, Kinsaku Utsunomt y @id_not contest the This is the second time the woman appeared = ii county court for a divorce. Hall denied her first applica- Uttle in In the second complaint, the ac- of Which was heard by Judge Jurey, the complaint alleged crue! 7 inhuman treatment. me as soon as I land of an interpreter, ® farm and do hard manual I couldn't because I was ly weak. Then he beat me finally left for Hanford, Cal. He never supported me and has to kill me unless I lived ith him.” ‘T. Tanaka, a friend of the defend teatified that he bad seen Mrs. ya in tears following an} en her by the husband. Attorney Charies H. Miller, repre- the woman, -declared that husband had written him con- not to contest the case for “ “gia (fi f fi \ tM 7 Hi {tll 312,700 AT-U, W, eneaagyyyes @dil 7Nad-39 omenRude in |MONEY BAG HELD Elevators, Says | STEEL WASHERS This Mere Man ; “Eccentric” Man Did It to Chartie Murdach has been tunning wear Mi ihe Peopies Savings| (press Bankers, Charge Bank building for four years and to- — day to a Star reporter he opened up his heart and spoke his mind on the Alleged “mental excitement and Jeceentric conduct” on the part of mannors and the lack of manners on| Alexander Zoeve, head of the Chi- the part of hie patrona, cago Machinery and Hquipment Co., Seattle's feminine population, which | was the reason for the appointment complains of the lack of courtesy on of a receiver for the firm and a the part of thesmasculine portion in| temporary restraining order prohib- the use of elevators, was given a iting Zeeve from further part in severe setback, for Charlie says they| the company’s affairs by Superior are worse than the men, Judge Everett Smith Friday, While only about 50 per cent of! Application for the receivership the men remove their hats in the} was made by Jowlah Collins. Zeeve, “cages,” it is true, this operator mys | the complaint recites, executed a that in almost every other way they, promissory note for $12,000 on the observe all possible courtesies. Seattle National bank, which note “The women rush in—where the! after tta execution was assigned to men wait for the next elevator if the Collins on August 21, Later, it is one they want is full They do it alleged, Zeeve appenred at the bank cheerfully, and they don't shove and with a bag full of steel washers to argue with one another as the wom-| impress banking officials with hin e sometimes do,” says Charlie, credit. And in addition to all this the) He is sald to have threatened to ladies ask too many questions, they/buy the bank and divcharge all of never look at the directories and tho officiain, He, likewise, is said their “elevator, etiquette” is entirely) to have declared he planned to go below par, he says. to Portland shortly and purchase “I don't blame gen so much for) all of the government steel there. not removing their hats, either, be-/Collins declares Zeeve hasn't the cause once a fellow had @ hat afl funds for much a trip smashed up in my car when it was, Homeo Weatherby was appointed pretty full, and if he'd kept iton his | temporary receivor. head it would have been all right.” =_ She Wasn’t Sure She Picked His Pockets Rosa Miller, a gypay, might have picked the pockets of Henry Aikens, of Barlington, on the highway near his home on September 17. Then again she might not have, Aikens wan't exactly sure, neither was Rosa, nor Justice Otis W, Brinker, who took the case under advisement Saturday. The gypsy was charged with grand larceny. Aikens claima he was approached by the Miller woman, who asked for & match. He gave the match and after assuring ber she was more than welcome, he discovered he was sh $15. Deputy sheriffs found $15 in bills in the poaseasion of Rosa Miller's husband, Another Bond ON FIRST DAY Totals Expected to Go Over the Top by Monday Registration at the University of Washington continued at a merry pace Saturday, and the registration records are expected to be shattored by Monday, when the books will be closed. More than 2,700 students, the ma jority of them nqw ones, completed at least a part of their matricula- tion routine Friday, Practically all of the older students will complete this work Monday, Classes start Tuesday. of Sympathy The habit of registering late ix} LONDON, Sept. 25.-Old man H being discouraged this year by the/C. 1. still is going strong in London novel method of @ progressive fine| Prices have gone up a fourth since for each additional day after the|January 1, it is announced, while registration books are closed. Reg | living costs have advanced 155 per intration fees, save in the instance]cent since July, 1914. of exservice men, who are not a Scout Behind Third Party Must ili ELfvoop, . Sep P Pay Filing Fees) re top ina, enc ot a bon ocr orl Re secapmary for candidates [EAT who broke into the Citisens eae duet: the Yoman,. ha State bank, here. The burglar was tttag wi a)" large polecat, which entered thru eye con wees gat ‘ac. {* Danement window, and which was cording to an opinion addressed to found curted up contentedly in a chair in the women's rest room, County Auditor Wardall by Deputy Sam Has Ring and Prosecutor Howard A. Hanson. ‘The opinion is the result of « Pain in Tummy! TOLEDO, Sept. 25.—When three question filed with the auditor by [swallowed it Sam is how In the hospital ‘The thugs took Sam's ‘$20 and then beat him up. KNIGHTS OF PYTHIAS, Uniform Deputy Prosecutor Ray Dumette| Rank, will give the final of a sertes handled the case for the state. of dances at Lesch! park on Satur | day evening. | Ni i | "| " h _ (hy OS in Seattle, and has been employed in a glove factory, wl. Lining i HUY) — iim Hi) f | Ny") | EXCLUSIVE later | RHE SEATTL are E STAR ji Mary Marie Py EleanorHPorter COPYRIGHT (Continued From Yesterday) Motfier did not stay in the room all the time; but shé was In len often to watop the gan at half-past nine she brought in some little cakes and lemonade as a surprine, I thought it was lovely; it I could have shaken Paul when he pretended to be afraid of it, and asked Mother if there was a stick in it, The idea-—-Mother! A stick! T Just knew Mother wouldn't ike that, But if she didn't, she never showed a thing in her fi She just amiled, and said no, there wasn't any stick in it; and passed the cakes. When he had gone I remember J didn't like to moet Mother's eyes, and I didn’t ask her bow she likey! Paul Mayhew. I kept right on talk- ing fast mabe something else. Some way, I didn’t want Mother tq talk then, for fear of what she would say And Mottier didn’t say anyththg about Paul Mayhew—then, But only & fow days later she tpld me to tn vite him again to tip house (this time to a chafing-dish super), and toe anak Carrie Heywood and Fred Srnall, too, We had a beatuiful time, only again Paul Mayhew didn't “show off’ at all in the way I wanted him to--tho he mogt emphatically “showed off" in his way! Tt seemed to me that he bragged even more About himself and hin belongingr than be had before, And I didn't lke at all the way he ate his food. Why, Father didn’t eat like that with such a nolsy mouth, and such @ rattling of the silverware And #0 it went-—wine mother that sho was! Tar from prohibiting me to have anything to do with Paul Mayhew, she let me see all I wanted to of him, particularly in my owp home, Bhe let me go out with him, properly chaperoned, and she never by word or manner, hinted that she didn't admire his coacelt and bragga Aocio, And ft af came out exactly as 1 suspect she had planned from the beginning. When Paul Mayhew asked to be my escort to the class reception in June, I declined with thanks, and immediately afterwards! Vile bh told Fred Ball 1 would go with him But even when I told Mother non chalantly, and with carefully averted oye, that I was going" to the recep- tion with Fred Small on then her Pleasant “Well, that's good!” con- veyed only cheery mother interest; nor did a hasty glance Into her face discover so much as a lifted eyebrow to hint, “I thought you'd come to your senses sometime!” Wie little mother that she wast In the days and weeks that fol- lowed (tho nothing was said) I de- tected a subtle change in certain matters, however. And as I look back at It now, I am sure I can trace its origin to my “affair” with Paul Muyhew, Wvidently Mother had no intention of running the risk of any more block-away courtships; also evidently she Intended to know who my fglends were At all events, the O11 Anderson mansion soon became | He had seen it ag I saw it the rendezvous of all the boys and come to gain Father's permission Thrills, With a girls of my acquaintance. And much ood times as we had, with Mother ys one of us, and ever proposing ething new and interesting! And because boy»—not @ boy, but boye—were as free to come to the | houne as were girls, they soon seem- od to me as commonplace and mat- ter-of-course and free from senti- mental interest as were the girls, Again wise little mother! But, of course, even this did not prevent my falling in love with some one older than myself, some one quite outside of my own circle of in- timates, Almost every girl in her teens at some time falls violently in love with some remote being almost old enough to be her father—« being whom she endows with all the graces and perfections of her dream Adonis. For, after all, it Isn't that she is in love with him, this man of flesh and blood before her; it t» that ahe is in love with love, A very dif- forent matter, ‘ My especial attack of this kind came to me when I was barely eighteen, the spring I was being graduated from the Andersonville high school, And the visible embod iment of my adoration was the head master, Mr, Harold Hartshorn, « handsome, cleanshaven, well-set-up man of (I should judge) thirty-five years of age, rather graye, a little wtern, and very dignified. But how I adored him! I hung upon hin every word, his every glance! How I maneuvered to win| from him @ few minutes’ conversa tion on @ Latin verb or a French translation! How I thrilled if he be stowed upon me one of his infre | quert «miles! How I grieved over | hin stern aloofness! By the end of the month I had) evolved this: his stern aloofnens meant that he had been disappointed tn love; his melancholy wes lonel) fnese—hid heart wae breaking. How 1 longed to help, to heal, to cure! How I thrilled at the thought of the love and companionship I could give him somewhere in « rose-embowered cottage far from the madding crowd! (He boarded at the Anderson tel alone now.) What nobler; career could I have than the biot ting out of bis stricken beart the memory of that faithless woman who had so wounded him and blighted his youth? What, indeed? If only be could see it as I saw it. If only by some sign or token he could know of the warm love that was his but for the asking! Could be not see that no longer need he pine alone and unappreciated in the Andersonvilie hotel? Why, in just a few weeks I was to be thru school And then— On the night before commence ment Mr. Harold Hartshorn ascend: ed our front steps, rang the bell, and called for my father, I knew because I was upstairs in my room over the front door; and I saw him come up the walk and heard him ask for Father Oh, joy! Ob, happy day! He knew He had that he might be a duly accredited suitor for my band! During the next eostatic ten min utes, with my hand pressed against my wildly beating heart, I planned my wedding drens, selected with eare and discrimination my trouw furnished the rose-embowered cot tage far from the madding crowd and wondered why Father did not send for me. Then the slam of the screen door downstairs sent me to the window, @ sickening terror with- in me, Was he going-—without secing me, his future bride? Impossible! Father and Mr. Harold Hartshorn stood on the front steps below, talk ing, In another minute Mr. Harold Haftshorn bad walked away, and Father bad turned back on to the piazza, Ans soon as I could contro! my shaking knees, I went downstairs. Father was in his favorite rock ing chair, I advanced slowly. i did not sit down. “Wea that Mr. Hartshorn?” 1 asked, trying to keep the shake out of my voles. "You." “Mr. stupidly. : “Yeo, Wie came to seq me about the Downer place,” nodded Father wants to rent it for next year.” ‘To tent it—the Downer place!” (The Downer place was no rose-em- owered cottage far from the mad ding crowd! Why, it wan big, and brick, and right next to the hotel! I didn't want to lve there.) Yee--for his wife and family He's going to bring them back with him next yeor,” explained Father. “Hila wife end family” I can tm agine about how I gasped out those four words. “Yes, He has five children, I be- lieve, and —"" e But I bad fled to my room. After all, my recovery was rapid. 1 was in love with love, you see; not with Mr. Harold Hartahorn. Besides, the next year I went to college. And it wan while I was at college that I met Jerry, Jerry waa the brother of col lege friend, Helen, Weston. Helen'x elder sister was & senior in that same college, and was graduated at the close of my freshman: year, The father, mother, and brother cume on to the graduation And that in where I met Jerry. If it might be called meeting him He lifted his hat, bowed, mid a polite nothing with bis lips, and an indifferent “Oh, some friend of Helen's,” with his eyea, and turned to @ radiant blonde senior at my 92° i Hartshorn,” I repeated mide. ‘And that was ell—for him But for me— “All that Gay I watched him when- ever epportanity offered; and I sus peet tat I took care that opporty nity offered frequently. I was fax cinated. I bad néver seen any one Uke him before. Tall, handsome brilliant, at perfect ease, he plainly dominated every group of which he was a part. Toward him every face SATURDAY, SEPTEMBET 25, 1920. — —— iiked hér very much, There was Roly hesitation, therefore, in thelr con- #4 in not conceited. I will give him|sent that I should visit Helen at creqt for that) To me he did not|Kastertime, So I, went. ap&ak again that day, I am not) felen lived in New York, Their sure that he even looked at me. If| home was a Fifth Avenue mansion,» he did there must «till have been in| with nine servants, four automo. his eyes only the “Oh, some friend | yiien, and two chauffeurs, Naturally 7 of Helen's,” that I had seen at the|guch a scale of living was entirely” morning introduction new to me, and correspondingly fas 1 did not meet Jerry Weston again |cinating, From the elaborately unky for nearly a year; but that did not|formed footman that opened mean that I did not hear of him. I| door for me to the awesome ; wonder if Helen ever noticed how| maid who “did my hair, 1 adored often I used to get her to talk of her | them all, and moved as in @ dream home and her family life; and how|of enchantment. Then came Jerry interested I was in her gallery of home from a weekend's trip—and I portraits on the mantel—there were forgot everyth@ig else. two fine ones of her brother there.| 1 knew from the minute his eye® Helen was very fond of | looked into mine that whatever I had brother, L soon found that | been before, I was now certainly no loved to talk about him if she mere “Oh, some friend of Helen's.” & good listener 1 wag (no his eyes said) “a deucediy had a very good in me pretty girl, and one well worth cub Jerry was an artist, it seemed. He |tivating.” Whereupon he began at was twenty-eight years old, and al | once to do the “cultivating.” ready he had won no #mall distine-| And just here, perversely enough, tion. Prizes, medals, honorable men-|1 grew indifferent. Or was it only tion, and a special course abroall— | feigned—not consciously, but uncon- all these Helen told me about. She | sclously? Whatever it was, it did not told me, too, about the wonderful|endure long. Nothing could have nuccess he had just had with the|endured, under the circumstances, portrait of 4 certain New York | Nothing ever endures—with Jerry on society woman, She said that it wae | the other aide. just going to “make” Jerry; that he| In less than thirty-six hours I was could have anything he wanted now) caught up in the whirlwind of his anything. Then she told me how | wooing, and would not have escaped popular he always was with every-| it if 1 could. body. Helen was not only very fond When I went back to college he ~ of her brother, but very proud of |heid my promise that if he ecould- him. That was plain to be seen. In| gain the consent of Father and her opinion, evidently, there was| Mother, he might put the engage none to be compared with him, ment ring on my finger, And apparently, dn my own mind, Back at college, alone in my own I agreed with her—there was none to be compared with him, At ali events, all the other boys that used » call and bring me candy and send me flowers at about this time suf fered woefully in comparison with him! I remember that. So tame they were—so crude and young and unpolished! I saw Jerry myself during the Faster vacation of my second year in college, Hi invited me to go home with her, and Mother wrote that I might go. Helen had been home with me for the Christmas vacation, and Mother and Father wae turned—yet he never seemed to know it. (Whatever his faults, Jerry ue her whe had Alene to nay whe gan to think. It was the first chanes i had had, for even Helen now had become Jerry—by reflection. The more I thought, the more frightened, dismayed, and despairing I became. In the clear light of calm,» sane reasoning, it wae all so absurd, #0 impossible! What could 1 have been thinking of? Of Jerry, of course. ( Tomorrow) Art is not a thing separate apart—art is only the beautiful way of doing things. Now Showing — The First Na- tional Attraction of Do- mestic Life of Today MILDRED HARRIS CHAPLIN ee room, I drew @ long breath, and be “ 6) SOMETHING DIFFERENT —A Play Without a Villain— Light-hearted — Unconventional — Frivolous Confirming itself to the realities of life— FIRST RUN Story That Grips At the Heartstrings And Which Has a Lasting Something That Never Allows You to Forget It! Rich in EL MYERS It Will Fascinate - You . Some persons think Adam had it all over Eve because he had the more muscle, but there’s a stofy floating round that the wily serpent slipped Eve a hint that sheds some light on the every-day relations of men and women. FFITH’S D. W. 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