The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 6, 1921, Page 9

HURSDAY, JANUARY 6, 1921. g High School Boy ttends Private Parties Where Youngsters Ape | wn-Ups — Sister Is ™ forried. ae Dear Miss Grey: I ama ii of 19, and have a younger | ther who is a junior in! sigh school. The children in| lig class seem to think it is to imitate older d girls, so they form d give private dancing ties. Sometimes they play ing games. My brother told me, in fun, about me of the things they do. seems to be putting on a ow-up air that is spoiling otherwise lovable young- I have scolded him bout it, and told him he was My. I don’t like to tell my other on him, as she thinks} is in good company. But inkly, 1 am worried about Can you advise me? HIS SISTER. Tecan tell you what not to The first thing for you to 42 to stop “scolding.” That tude is the worst possible for an older sister to as- as it is sure to antag- It is @ good sign that| brother confides in you. advantage of this and im to tell you more about friends. Ask him to be ful about choosing them. is his older sister, tt is privilege to see that he the right kind of recrea- ite his young friends to house as often as you can. such games and amuse- as will make them feel have the best time at his This will start them right track. ‘ou, as @ sister, cannot your brother's com- . But you can be his d, help shape his ideals, thus prove an influence) we that will last all thru e 3. The Wreckers by Francis Lynde (Copyright, 1990, by Chartes Berth mers Some) (Continued From Yesterday) Te was Mra Shefia on the wire and I could tell by the way her voloe sounded that she was might ily excited “T've, been calting you on every phone I could think of,” was the way she began; and then: “Where is Mr, Van Britt? 1 gold her about the wreck, and Jeaid T was afraid he hadn't got back | jyet. I heard something that #ound-| ed lke @ muffied and balfimpatient “Oh, dearf and then she went on. |“I have fust had a phone menmme jfrom Mr. Cantrell, the editor of the | Mountaineer. He called the house }to try to find Major Kendrick, He jhas heard something which may ex jplain about Mr, Norcross, He said he didn’t want to put ft on the wire” ‘That was enough for ma “TT go right over to the Mountaineer of} flee,” I told her; and in just about two shakes of a dead lamb's tail I was standing at Mr. Cantrell's ¢b| bow in bis little den on the third |floor of the newspaper building across the avenue. “Mrs. Macrae telephoned yout he asked, pushing his bunch of copy paper aside. “Yes; just_a minute ago.” “IT give you what I have, and you may do what you please with it One of our young men—THran- derby—has a clue; a very alight one He haa discovered—in some way | that he didn’t care to explain over| the phone—that there was a plot of | some’ kind concocted 4in the back | room of a dive on lower Nevada| avenue on the night Mr. Norcross! disappeared. From what Branderby | saya, I take it that the plot waa! overheard, in part, at least, by some habitue of the place who was too drunk to get it entirely straight and| intelligible, The plotters were four of Clanahan'’s me nd, derby got tt, they were p steal a locomotiva, Do an img about thatt™ “I do. The engine was etolen all right, that wery night Kirgan, our master-mechanic, has known It was gone, but he has been keeping quiet in hopes he'd be able to find the| engine without making any public stir about it. “The story, as ft has been handed on to Branderby, is pretty badly muddied,” the editor went on. “There was something in it about an at tempt to wreck and rob the Fast Mail, and something else about send ing &@ note to somebody at the Bub lard—a@ note that ‘would do the; business,’ was the way it was put.”| “That note was sent to Mr. Nor of Girt Miss Grey: You have a very subject for discussion — Modern Girl" My love for her me to stop work and put analytical diagnosis at her a wonderful piece modern man, but kinds of art—ood and @ the ward “modern” applies watural simplicity I find the yn the most perfect plece of art earth; but cerruptible by in tm evil art to such an ex as to bring suffering upon a earth of beauty and plenty to become a corrupted piece of ing mechanism, fe are ever cutting new patterns @o not harmonize with natural merely appease our ma- Gesires for a short te the all-powerful founda of stone and is eternal, Love be Jove, and lives, while force be force, and dies by force. So our n girl is going to be the path who will lead us mfely out of fog. SON OF THE SOIL. . . Attho I am no i itity on the question of the mod 1 or any other kind of girl you will print my letter. am a young lad some few miles wnt from there, but could not ist the impulse to give my views the matter. After reading that from “One Who Ia Interested ir Girls,” I wished I might take my hat to that mother, She ia in her attitude toward the t day evil. It shquid be cured in the home, e it gives to a still greater /evil. — the young women of the pres @ay caliber would chalk up on ives, in other words, take a fl inverttory, no doubt they id be much surprised. If girls permit men to take them to the n public dance hall to dance all latest wiggles and squirma, to be perfectly frank, such are no more than that, w < der such performance a dir Mt to their woranhood, ho’ iy of them would deliberately co? doesn't thia clever, “self start Birl stop and think before she these things? Why doesn’t she SS hersetf if she would consider that type. Would she want the father of her children? fy, some day, «he will marry Keep up the standard of purity| our own American people have | t for. | ‘as this last great war for ht? Are we going to emerge clean eut type of manhood and manhood, or are we to fall in the 7 I ike to think that the war ed the eyes of our people, and are going to benefit by it. A HOME-MADE GRAY HAIR REMEDY | n Can Make a Better Gray Hair Remedy Than You Can Buy, | LAD. Gray, streaked or faded hair ts not Rly unbecoming, but unnecessary. | nyone ppare a simple at home that will darken gra , and make it soft and glossy half-pint of water add 1 ounce rum, a smail box of Bi impound and % ounce of glycerine iene ingredien n ght drug store at very little cost druggist will put it up for you ly to the hair twice a week until desired shade ts obtained. This a gray-haired person look ty years younger. It is easy to does not color the scalp, is not ty or greany aud does not rub off be be at | w [He was as |to find anything out yonder but crowsf I broke in excitedly, taking a running jump at the gues “If you will wait until Branderby comes tn, he may be able to give you more of the particulars, Can trefl was beginning to may; but good gosh!—I couldn't wait. I was scared stiff for fear I shouldn't be abie to get back to the round-house before Kirgan started out on that engine rescuing trip, “That's enough.” I gaepeq “Tm gene! and I tumbled down the two fights of stairs and sprinted for the railroad yard, reaching the round house not one haif-eecond too soon. Kirgan was there, with Gorcher and two firemen. They had a light en- gine out on the tank track and were filtin her with water. It was Kirgan himself who gave me a hand up the steps to the high foot-plate. Gorcher was oiling around and the two firemen were up on the tender. “They took Mr. Norcross with them on the Ten-Sixteen!” was all/ I could say and then I guess my} late electric knockout got in ite] work to pay for the qitick sprint| down from the newspaper office. for} I keeled over into Kirgan’s arms) and sort of half fainted, it seemed. | Because, when I came to, right| good again, Kirgan had me up on} the fireman's box, with an arm/ around me to hold me th Billy | Gorcher was on the other side of| the cab, niggling the ottle; and the light was clicking | it off about 60 miles an hour on the etraight plece of track between Portal City and Arroyo. CHAPTER XIV. Bitty Gorcher aia some swift wheel-rolling on the stretch of| straight track where our “better | ment” campaign had already begun to get in its good work. We had orders against a fast freight com: ing eastward at Banta, and we made the 18 miljes in a little over 20 min-/ utes, shooting in on the siding at Banta fust as the headlight of the freight was ehowing up in the west Jern hills beyond the town. | From Banta on we took ft a bit easier—had to, The track wan pretty | | crooked among the hills and Gorcher | hit the curves like a man who knew his trade and didn’t mean to put us} jinto the ditch. At the “Y }without going to |track where Gorcher h lost 1016- ere at thr engine | | | © stopped gravel d seen the nd I got off! was bec on the way down, I had m to tell the big master-mect | about the Cantrell talk, tho I,hadn’t| succeeded in making him believe] |that it accounted for Mr. Norcross’ dropout. Just the same he humored |me by having Billy Gorcher stop, and now he was trying to make me take it sort of slow and easy as we stumbled out toward the atem of the “Y.” That Kirgan's way hard as nails with a but be could be soft-hearted any woman when fellow was all in. And he knew wasn't half “at myself” yet, physi cally. “Don't you get too much hope up, Jimmie,” he was saying, a8 we humped along around the ¢rooking track of the “Y.” “We ain't goin a siding on | was gang of men as| I track and that broken You see, I've been and I know.” as right could be. the end of the connec rusty loggin rail connectic here befor He When “¥" there tion, just was as we reached was the as he'd said mill track wns still there off in the dark up the gulch two switch rails had beer and the switch itself as if it hadn't been broken The old saw leading but taken was as used in out rusty years. “What you heard from Mr, Can trell may have been all truewnough,” | Kirgan said, while I stood swallow: | ing bard aod staring down at the \'Sixteen in on the gravel track.” | others; Pog ater SR Sa, THE SEATTLE DOINGS OF THE DUFFS Weito! MS Your new NEN DO iN wHen | Come! Wow are You To DAN P ree Page OW HELLO, | Come Rigwr) Barney! 4 Tevesg 3) ‘To Baxe A = Cle 253 WHEN HUGH WENT OUT FOR MEAT VID made many friends among the boys in the Ma nette achool, and they told him quite a lot of stories; this one ts al Rocky Mountain story told to} Duncan Herr by his grandfather, and Dunean told it to David lke| this: “I'm awfully giad you Ike Po neer stories, ‘cause I do, too. My grnadfather tells them to me, and his are ‘specially good, because he| lived the Rocky Mountains, and the Sioux Indians were so dangerous. “One qay they found out that they of meat, and grandfather said, “Well, we don’t) were out fave to do without meat because nobody hands ft to us, I guess T can easily go ont and get some.’ | So he got on his horse and start | ed out, | “The trafls thru the Rocktes were rough and steep and lone somé tn thowe early days, and 1) guess most of ‘em atill are that} way, but now nobody haa to be looking out for savage Indians all “Haugh @hat was grandfather) rode along quite a way before he saw anything to shoot Thera, standing up on « Dittle peak, with hig head lifted as if he was listen ing, Hugh saw an antelopa “There's my meat? he aald te himeetf, then raised his gun— sighted—Ored—and the antelope fef with a shot tn the shoulder. “I guess the Ploneers most osm ahy 414 bit things when they shot at ‘em, “He was about 19 miles from home by this tima, but he didn’t He just went out and picked up the antelope, tied tt to hin hdbse and rede away. “Just as he got to the top of the hill he saw three riders com One @ little ahead of the carn ing. | others was mounted on an tron gray horse and they were gallop- ing at top speed, “I1ls own horse was not @ very food one, and had the extra weight of the antelope on him, so the men gained on him quite fast, and he soon saw they were the the ma broken, raf! contiegtion, “onty ft didn’t have anything to do with the Big Bous, Them thugs was probably plannin’ to wreck the Mail, all right ame down here to do it only knows why they p'raps there wasn't after they'd got the and they The Lord didn't do it; time enough, I only just about half heard what he was saying. He had the lantern and its light fell squarely upon a cross-tie a foot or two beyond where we were standing. It was the last tie In the empty atring from which the two raila had been taken up t break the connection with the light ck steel, and what I was a fresh epike question of was @ clean er sawmill tr looking at fresh beyond all because there splinter of the wood sticking up it splinter that had been broken out when the spike was pulled I took the lantern from Kirg in my one good hand, and he stood was hole; doubt new beside a there waiting for me while I walked on out to the chopped-off end of the track I along. There were spike in of the just here and there But that was enough, After I had knelt to hold the lantern to rails of the rusty timber track hunch was all right “Come here, Mart!" I called, and when he 16, 1 showed him the new holes and new wheel-marks on the old rusty rails of the timber track that proved as clear as day light that an engine or @ train had been over them away this side of the raing and the snows that had rusted them Wontinued Tomorrow) sawmill tes went fresh holes some close I knew my fearsome Sioux.” (To Be Continued) “DANDERINE” Girls!’ Save Your Hair! Make It Abundant! Immediately after a “Danderine” massage, your hair takes on new life us beauty, appea luster and wondr ing twice as heavy and plentiful, be ip seems to fluff and hieken. Don't let your hair st . colorless, plain or scraggly . want lots of long, strong tiful hair, A ib-ceont bottle of delightful ‘Danderine” freahens your #6 hecks dandruff and fallin Phis stimulating “beauty-tonie™ gives to thin, dull, fading hair that youth: ful brightness and abundant thick bees AL diugsisual aune each b STAR Who’s Who in Helen’s Home OW THEN Miss OLIVIA, WELL wes ONS Au THe Youre ma | MY Cousi = came. wneur Ace MSIT US AND DECIDED TO fora var US- wor Nove. ee te ore NaPHEM - WS — -— i Aa _ ‘Tag Will Take No Chances > AWN, You AUNT EMMA Hull a 'S COAWG Fo DINNER AND You MUST Come™ AND WAVES Cont Aow== AND WANs Youn DVENTURES — THE INS Clive he had promised, | Santa Claus handed the twins « | | Santa Claus handed the twins a map and the golden key ‘That a hard question to answer, map that, he said, would help them |for if he had his photograph taken to reach the Blue Santa's foecnve|every five minutes he would never at the South Pole, and the golden |look the same twica One minute | |key he had promised, he looks like a canary bird, the next | @Wirst of all,” eaid he, “try te get | like @ tree, the first thing you know lhim aign. I've just heard that the|he’s @ flash of lightning, and can | |Bobadil Jinn, a wicked wizurd who |changé from that in two seconds | has always been an enemy of mine, |{nto @ blue-tailed monkey.” fixed up that sign for him It is “Oh, that’s all right,” said Nancy sort of a magnetic sign and attracts confidently unrolling her handker- things to tt. That ie why all my|chief where «he had tied the charm | bird messengers are flying there|that the Magical Mushroom had/ with my notes out of the chinmeys,| given hor. “We can understand any that the children mall to me.” language as long as we keep this Nick took the map and folded ft| Charm, so no matter how the wicked | up carefully, putting it and the key |Jinn looks or talks, I’m sure we | into the inside pocket of his little |shall know him.” jack. “We shall watch out for| “Fine™ exclaimed Santa. “For, him,” he said bravely, “won't we,|of course, he will try to keep you Nancy? What does he look lika| from going to the South Pole, if pos- Mr, Santa Claus?” sible. But there's one way you may “What does he look IfkeT repeat-| know when he is near, for like all 4 Santa Claus, thoughtfully, “What | fairies, good and bad, he has a weak does the Bobadil Jinn look Uke? ness." “My husband would have aban doned the girl. His anger with me because I had discovered his treach-| ery lasted a long time. In his mind, it was I, not himself, who was to blame for our desperate situation! When this mood had worn itself out, he swore to me that I was the only woman he had ever loved! I answer ed that he and I defined ‘love’ quite differently. ‘Then he vowed that his home, the home I made for him and Lorrie, was the one delight of his ex- istence! “You—and his home—are the evt dences of his standing tn this com: | munity. If only all girls who listen | to the flattery of other women's | husbands—could hear what these er Don'r Hove “What was her potnt of view?"| one test, the silliest girl can tell true “Sho turned on mo—aald I was to| love from false—if she wants to!” blame! My husband had told her} “Surely! But I guess some of them that his wife was a superior woman| are greedy, too. Well, I offered to but emotionally cold! And he need-| divorce Bvan in order that he might ed sympathy, He required the won-| marry Marion Sprague and take care derful tenderness of a sweet girl like| ef her child.” | herself, one who could understand| “That was wonderfull! What did him, and soothe him, one who wasn't | he say?” too darn serious to cheer him up| “He was tndignantt He asked with her vivacity! You see, Jane, he| how I could suppose that a man of handed her the usual bunk about the| his intelligence and standing could ‘cold’ wife!” tie himself up to @ little fool like “You listened patiently, Martha?| Marion! The big fact of parenthood You're the gentlest, the most sym-| didn't impress him, He said the pathetic girl I know—and you let; Seandal would ruin his business that little chit tell you that your husband had starved for sympathy?” “Wasn't it half true? Evan was Marion’ about the vows be made me.” greedy by the law of his nature. He was plain greedy, and she mistook hia greed for lov NW “You mean she snatched at fint- tery, and called tt lovel When a real man loves a woman, he never jbarms her, he protects her, By that, rant married men swear to their wives,” I said, “perhaps they would Jo @ little logieal doubting before it is too Inter “Well, I told my husband's “Mona to Pruises seRains Lory sevaceiens —* NES|- GUT STvee mee Be By BLOSSER Ea Yes, I'M GOING TO GeT Ore 4 UTTEs Sececn $ STOCP ING ANO STARTING AN THIS UNWECESSARY OT THE GOnG MSGorT ro Stop! A THIS (3 NO — THIS ISR xy LANGING K, AND IF You Cur wt MWe ROUGH pore wou Hy ASR DINGI-Dines ees THE BOOK eee OF MARTHA chances if it got out. He vowed that if I left him he would throw up everything and go to the dogs, “He repented?” “Not at all! He was sick, not be cause he had harmed the girl, nor because he had broken my heart, but because he was in danger of losing me—and his respectability (To Be Continued.) IT’S GOOD FOR CHILDREN Mrs. C. BE. 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