The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 7, 1921, Page 13

_ Man Attracted by Girl's Love of Home and Kid- dies; Proposes, She Readily Accepts, Then He Liscovers She, Nev- er Arques, and He's Worried. Dear Miss Grey: About six months ago I made the acquaintance of a girl at a to which she had come fP Nnescorted. I asked her for : al company home, and she ry readily consented. We kept company for some time, and I soon noticed)" many good traits in her char- acter, and especially was her disposition and love for children pleasing to me. ‘Two months ago I proposed to her and she very readily consented It Was not until then that I realized everything I had ever said or done had been satisfactory with her, and ) of course, from then on I noticed ®% more than before Altho I still realize and apprectate the good qualities of this girl her feeming indifference worries me much. I like the person with an @rgument, and she knows this, but ghe never differs with me on any Subject, or does she have any views fo give. She listens to me, and when I finish, she says I am right, and that is as far as our conversation on that subject. What is this indifference on her Miss Grey, and what is this ecowtst feeling of dinmtisfaction ipeeintnent and disgust and God Senly knows what not on my part? can't describe to you how I do but I know something is wrong. Am I to blame for all of this? you think my friend will change way, as she grows older? She now 20, and I am 2s J.B. Prom your description of the girl, the many complaints I reorive ) ecg dl husbands who taken 10 themselves the with an argument, | should ‘say you have the ideal type of wife |. What more could any right-think- be man wish for than a wife who cares for her home and loves chil- dren, and who defers to her hus- Dand’s judgment in ail things? She @ rare spirit, if 1 may fudge any- return when they get veady; who would rather work in an office or clerk im a store for " eight hours each day, than to man- | age their homes, and Heaven knows what not. My dear “J. B.” tf you truly ad- mire most the type of woman with an orgument, the woman who has mind of her own and proceeds to use it, then by all means acek her t and marry her; but don’t com- ain afterwards, because when you in the same house every day, $65 sin the year, you may not relish g out of her hand and bowing mbly to her opinion, and are apt finally condemn her as a nag- 9. bossy, disagreeable creature. eee mswers for Man of 31 Dear Miss Cynthia Grey: I was much touched with the letter itten in your columns a few nights 9 by “Without Hope,” a man of 31 years of age. I am only 22, I have lived a long while. I . have felt at times that I wanted end ft all—that it wasn’t worth fle—but at ‘last I think I can fely say that I have gotten on top 11 my troubles and intend to stay s. Our environment has a great deal to do with our success, I think. it may be the case with this man. “but why not let's make the best of Teverything and say, with this little ‘verse: “The past is gone beyond all [ “Fecall; the future ig not here, The [Present only now is mine to smile or Vahed a tear.” Many movies could be | written around some of our lives, our ‘struggles, our hopes, our aspirations, ) and they would be intensely interest- ng, for we all have our own trail to Diaze, and believe me I have had a “Hight to blaze mine, and I am a woman. Do you know, Miss Grey, that sometimes among a crowd I am Bo lonely that I do not know what fo do? It is not because I haven't good clothes or am unattractive, for it is the opposite, but I think my Sdealism is too high. I place people too high up, then when they fall off their pedestal they smash all to pieces. I wonder, now, what is the best Way to get away from this fault, to just know we are all human and to| only observe the virtues and not thé faults, which is a hard thing to do this hard old world sometimes fon’t give up, Man of 31, but keep nt on and know that your own is poming can, for ao. It Is never too Inte to mend, mar- ry or wet a Givoree. KEEP LOOKING YOUNG It’s Easy—If You Know Dr. Edwards’ Olive Tablets The secret of keeping young is to feel ome 10 do this you must watch your » and boweis—there’s no need of having a sallow complexion—dark rings under your eyes—pi oli bilious look in your face—dul) eyes with no sparkle. Your doctor will tell you ninety per cent of all sickness comes from inactive bowels and liver. Dr. Edwards, a well-known physician in Ohio, Perfected a vegetable com- pound mixed will olive oil to act on the liver and bowels, which he gave to patents for years. . . Edwards” Olive Tablets, the sub- tute for calomel, are gentle in their action yet always effective. They brini about that natural buoyancy which all should enjoy by toning up the liver and peeing the system of impurities. Edwards’ Olive Tab e knowo by their olive color. 15c and 20c, hat is the best anyone can A WOMAN OF 22 The Wreckers | Wiscle Lynde (Copyright, 19%@ by Charles Sorth- ner'e fone) (Continued From Yesterday) Kirgan didn't say @ word—not to ma He just took one look at the rubbed ralis and then yelled back reher to run out on the “Y What followed went like cloc! There were tools, a epike puller and & driving-maul on the light engine's tender, and while the two firemen were throwing them off Kirgan made a couple of swift measure ments with his pocket tape. “These two, right here, boys,” he ordered, tndicating @ pair of rails in the other leg of the “Y," and ty less than no time the two ralls were up and relaid to bridge the gap of the brokea counection. Gorcher moved the engine care fully over the temporary connectior with Kirgan watching to see that she didn’t diteh herself. When the posing was safely made we al! climbed on, and Gorcher began feel his way cautiously out over the sawmill track. Kirgan hadn't ex plained anything, but that didn’t matter. We didn't know where we were going, but we were on our way. I euppose we poked along tnto the black heart of the Timber range for as much as five or six miles before the engine headlight showed us the remains of the old sawmill camp lying In a little pocket-like valley from the aides of which all the mill Umber been cut. The camp had deen long deserted. There were per haps a dosen shacks of all sizes and shapes, and with a single exception they were all dilapidated and dis mantied, some with the roofs fall ing in. The one exception was the stout log building which had probably served as the milhgang commissary and store. It stood @ little back on the slope, and was on the opposite side of the creek from the mill site and sleeping-shacka The tes at this end of the line were so rotten with age that our engine was grind ing a good half of them to powder as she edged up, and @ Ittle below you if you do the best you! the switch that had formerly led in to the mill, Kirgan gave Gorcher the stop signal. After we had piled off, there wasn't any question raised as to what we should do Kirgan had taken @ hammer from Gorcher’s toolbox, and he was the one who led the way straight across the little creek and up the bill to the commissary. I had the lanterg, but it wasn't needed. From where the engine was standing, the headlight flooded the whole gulch basin with its electric beam, picking out every detail of the deserted sawmill camp. When we reached the log commis sary we found the windows all boarded up and the door fastened with a strong hasp and a bright new brass padicck—the only new thing in sight. Kirsan swung bis hammer just once and the lock went spinning off down the slope and fell with @ splash into the creek. Then he pushed the door open with his foot, and shoved tn; and for just one halfeecond I was afraid to follow—afraid of what we might find in that gloomy looking log warehouse, with {ts blinded win- dows and locked door. I thank the good Lord IT had mm: seare for nothing. While I was/ nerving myself and stumbling over | the threshold behind Kirgan wit the lantern, I heard the bons’ volce, and it wasn't the voice of any dead man, not by a long ehot! From what he said, and the way he was trimming it up with hot ones, it was evident that he took us for some other crowd that he'd been cussing out before. The light of the lantern showed us a long room, bare of furnishings and dark and musty from having been shut up #o tight. In the far end there were @ couple of bunks! built against the log wall, On| what had once been the counter of the commissary there was a lot of canned stuff and a box of crackers that bad been broken open, and on| a befich by the door there was a bucket of water and a tin cup. The boss was sitting up in one of the bunks, and he was still tear ing off language in strips at us when we closed in on him. He recognized Kirgan first, and then Gorcher. I guess he couldn't see| me very well because I was holding | the lantern. When he found out| who we were, he stopped swearing and got up out of the bunk to put his hand on Mart Kirgan's shoulder. } That was the only break he made| to show that he was a man, like the rest of us. The next minute he was! the Big Bors again, rapping out his orders as if he had just pushed his desk button to call us in. | “You've got an engine here, I suppose?” he snapped, at Kirgan “Then we'll get out of this quick What day of the week is it?” | I told bim it was Friday, and by| his asking that, I knew he must have been so roughly handled that he had lost count of time. The next order was shot at the two firemen "You boys kick that packing-box to pieces and then pull the straw out of that bunk and touch a match to it. We'll make sure that they'll never lock anybody else up in this jdamned dag-hole.” | The two young huskies obeyed the order promptly. In half a minute the dry slab stuff that the bunks were built of was bh and the boss herded us to the door. In the open he stopped and looked around as if he had half a mind to burn the rest of the der lumber camp, but if he had any such notion he thought better of it, and a min later we were all cl cab of the w or #0 mb ing into the ng engine. I had one last glimpse of the commissary ae Gorcher released the air and the backing engine # around the first curve. It wa sweating smoke thru the eplit-shir gle roof, and the open door frame a square of lurid crimson. I gues boss was right. “They,” whe were, wouldn't ever Ic up in that particu id awa the ever they anybody else shack, We had to run #0 slowly dowr the old track to the “¥" that there plenty of chance for the be to talk, if he had nted But apparently he didnt want He wat on the fireman's seat, with ar arm back of me to hold me just as Kirgan had eat on the way up, nd never opened his head except = ¢ to ask me what was the mat ter with my wrapped-up hand. When I told bim be made no cour was to, to. on HELEN, | HAVE HORE ASTns LPe yi STUDY BY A FRIEND OF Mine, MR Qu IT FOR THE y Dinwe Room 1° Seattle : Sige Poke 254 ps fall FAP a ee ee ’ yourself,” Duncan contin; “On came the three Indiana, ued, “There he wae all by him whooping and yelling, and the self in the Jonely mountains, on from gray was way abend of the the steep rough trafl, 10 mifles| other twa away from home, and the Indians “On sped Hugh, coaxing and were coming just as fast as any-| spurring his little horse, looking thing back over his shoulder, planning “He could sve that thetr horses | wns6 ne could do if they overtook were a lot better than his, tov, and| eo ame Mg they were three to one If they ew caught him he knew pretty well what would happen—either they would scatp him, or shoot him right then, or kill him some way. “Or cise they would take bim captive, and that would be about & hundred times worne, “cause you know they treated the white captives simply terrible, so = fel low would a whole lot rather be kflied right away than be taken captive “Well, #0 Hugh thought, ‘Tve got to get out of this, and I've got to do It pretty quick.’ So he whipped out his hunting knife and cut loose his meat so the lit- was gaining, gaining. “There seems no possibile hope, but a Ploneer didn’t ever gtve up until he had to, and Hugh was a real Pioneer. “Nearly 10 mflee they chased him; his [ttle horse was winded, and Hugh fust about thoughts his time had coma “Up bil and down they gab uoped, and coming up to the crest of a bill Hugh saw a party of Pawnees riding toward him. “Now Hugh wam? a speck afraid of Pawnees—they were all friendty—but the And he was safe at last. “And he gave the Pawnees a gold piece for their help” Sioux were tle horse wouldn’t have such a load, then he urged the horse into ————<<—<—<—<«<_ Perth & | ment, and didn’t epeak again untfl|of us tn the cab, and I th we had stopped on the leg of the| maybe he would tell me some “¥" to let Kirgan and his three|the particulars, but he didn’t helpers put the borrowed rails back | stead, he made me tell bim. 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VAUONKE Blown PAM TED IT Hinge re AND WE WAS A wondeeruL REPUTATION. dust Tue TwHe FOR Te Dinine Roum! ling TO SPALIT To US FoR, OVA DIMIG Room LFitory OUR Diunwe Room NEEDS Was PAPER Mone THAN WHY, | SHOULD SAY NOT 1 can BUY A WHOLE FRUIT STAND FOR By BLOSSER “TEN Wilt Rar WANE SOULS 3 BETTY AND HER BEAU FATHER LEFT SOME HOME BREW COOLING IN "THE MITCHEN? EXCUSE ME - THE PHONE 1G FUNGING ‘ DVENTURES afte, TWINS ive Roberts B. THE SHADOW NO, 31R, MISTER ACE rt WOULDN'T THINK OF AVING ¥/2,900 Form ~~ |]S0 You wourcp | A figure, thin and tall, crept acrosg the great room where igh | the twins were sleeping. | | Santa Claus was telling Nancy and|either snakes or cucumbers, but this | Nick how they could tell when the| silly old Jinn, #0 wicked 'n all, you'd ° |think—But there! You'll have to be wicked wizard, who called himself irr to bed, kiddien, so you may leave | |the Bobadi Jinn, was near. They | first thing in the morning.” | were about to start on thelr journey| Santa showed them two dear Mttle| |to the South Pole to break up the| beds in the corner of his great room, power of the Blue Santa Claus wholon which were laid soft fleecy | wash't a Santa any more than I am, | nighties that looked as tho they had | | but who was pretending #0 hard that|been made out of the Milky Way folks were beginning to believe in| I’m about sure they were, too, and| him. full of dreams, for no sooner were “Whenever wicked olf Bobadil| two little heads on the pillows, with | Jinn is near,” warned Santa Claus,|the flames from ‘Santa's great fire you'll know him; because no mat-|throwing cozy shadows all about} ter what he looks like, be it a spot-|them, than they were off to Dream: | ted cow or a snow-ball that he's made | land. | into, you'll smell hyacinth| Santa alipped off quietly then and | perfume He just loves hyacinth | soon great house was as silent as perfume and douses it all over him-|a cave, except for the comfortable | self. It's queer that he chose such | roar of the fire. | Suddenly the Mames seemed to go | out for an instant Before ey ed up again a figure, thin and tall,! crept across the t room. FoR A FALL SvUY, TAKS A PEEK IN can tell about p smell of which is more like it, for who lik ple, | cucumbers, CONFESSIONS OF A BRIDE “That's the eecret of such es capades,” Martha answered. “1 don’t understand it at alm 1 “As if what he desired were the only consideration! “Exactly! I explained to him that | the affair had gone past the point where what he wanted had any weight with me. He said he could | end it all in half a minute by mail: | ing the girl a check for a few hun- dr dollars!" la Martha! He would have ehirked |his responsibility in that easy way? Just think what ehild! not one so comfortable and conven: fent for the selfish sinners. Th |modern wife has acquired, along |with sophistication, a sympathy for ‘the other woman.’ “Maternity makes driends of all moth rich and poor, clever and} good and bad,” Martha a “It's kind of univer: sisterhood whigh has spread round the world. Jothing the movement is “las simple as silen¢ prayer. One ely resolves to do one’s for all mothers everywh “Men don't re of women yet,” 4 “A few do, The others insist that women rivals before marriage and enemies afterward. Perhaps we used to be. I told my husband that I would eee that Marion Sprague had every care—and that Neither do 1, rivg the plain facts vho are tempted Ve can exalt love in the poetical ashion of the time, and acknowl ige that lota of marriages are fail res, and that a few and ives would be better off apart; we in swallow all the 1921 theories nout the power of the emotions to ake or ruin human beings, and ill, if we have an atom of sense we must that the man who ‘cools his wife will fool her rival nd each one of her rival's success But I wish I could to vain girls married men husbands it costs to raise How can a sane man con |sider his own child of his blood, of #0 little consequen It's almost unbelievable!” “Oh, no! We can believe almost anything about the man who carries | on two love affairs at the same | ors time, My husband dared to assume “The girl who trusts such @ manjthat 1, his wife, ought to be satis most ‘lowes most.” fied if he abandoned the young ‘Always, Why, my — husband | woman!" wore upon my heart, "That girl] “He held to the old morality,” Ij he received all of the bills.” means nothing whatever to me! I]asserted. “Thank all the gods that] “My goodness! How did he take never want to seo her again’ ” |be, @ new morality has armved, and] that?” ree averred. are tremendous | NT, weer, THON, LE MAKS pT #Fi2,s00 SVEN = CHGATED ME ovr OF BSvo im xr Wo HAVG PALLCEN For \T, cua; IF You'RS Looking SomG LOOKING GLAgqy ( il ee. THE BOOK ees OF MARTHA “His feelings were injured! He |thought I ought to have been madly jealous; that I somehow owed it to him to plan revenge upon Marion Sprague—but not upon himself!* (To Be Continued) AU a telief is often brought by— KS q APORUVUS 7 esha Used Yearly | Basprup