The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 8, 1921, Page 11

SATURDAY, JANUARY 8, 1921. oynthia — |The Wreckers am | rey Feenite Lynde Serer are Girl Not a New Creature — Only Striv-| (continued From Yesterday) tng Bravely to Stick to) «you say t's Friday,” he began | New Route Before Her. sbruvtty. “What's been “ since Monday night, Jimmie? Dear Miss Grey: Yes, the mod I dolled It down for him into fust girl 1S “different,” and the dif. 8s few words as posible; about the | te not always as wholesome letter he had left for Mr, Van Hritt, might be, since we are, for the how everybody thought he had re part, what environment makes signed, how Mra, Sheila and the ‘The difference, 1 contend, is in| major were two of the few who @ue to the fact that mothers weren't willing to believe it, bow today are different. We have Mr, Chadwick had been out of! Been glad for an opportunity to be/reach, how the ratlroad outfit was) z™ DOINGS OF THE DUFFS i ’ ‘Mod | | Mopping around tke a chicken with its head chopped off, how President Dunton had appointed a new gen eral Manager who was expected now on any train, how Goreher had di» | covered the lost 1016 on the old dis used gravel pit track @ mile below ua and, to wind up with, I slipped him Mr, Chadwick's telegram which had come just as I was finishing ¥ @ Maver of Bohemian, which to girls ™Y supper in the Bullard grill-roo % the period also had the lure of |@Nd those two others that had come ty. \I know, for I was a girl 0 the knockout night, and which that time, and the mannish shoes 4d been in my pocket ever since.) immaculate shirt waists I wore| He heard me thru without saying Dusiness, and the idea of achley|a word, and when I gave him tho & position Im the man-world, | telegrams he read them by the light conclusively that I was not/of the gauge lamp—also without tho my ideals were old: saying anything. But when the d to the point of Puritanical,|men had the “Y" rails replaced he Along with the talk of “woman's took hold of things again with a@ fhta” came a companion idea—“the Jerk. ights of the child.” Up to this time| “Kirgan, youll want to ere to average parent and teacher lived getting that dead engine out of the to the rule—“Spare the rod and gravel pit yourself, Take one of the the child” Any new move |firemen and go to it. It's @ short toward social betterment has} mile and you can walk it Jimmie Growing patna If the modernjand I want to get back to Portal seems to us a strange, unfathom-|City in a hurry, and Gorcher will creature, she ig not necessurily|take us.” And then to Gorcher: on—she is only experl-| “We'll to Banta ahead of No. the reaction that is bound to! i$ and orders there. Move live when freedom has been be/|iy, Billy; time's precious.” Merck inferion Gann thea tha| The orders were carried ent pre “eA the tow freedom jcimely ae they were given. Kirgan conclusively that the eexen | SO% One of the huskies and tramped equal, even in their vast difter.| tf m the darkness down the main line, and Gorcher, turning our en- |gine on the “Y," headed back east. the past $5 years, new oppor Hes began to open for women HPbg “new woman” and the “bachelor EE” had a most attractive and novel The one smacked of a cer Mberty from arduous home fasks, hitherto considered a neces “wy duty in every good woman's The other, “bachelor girl,” bad ’ to an Italian firm, or contractor, you must be an Italian to secure! gee They are all Italians on| e construction work on Pier B,| th Cove terminal, has a Scandi- n foreman and, believe me, the ig all of th: ame blood. Now, I have nothing against any ker of any nationality, but I have 4 so much of this Americanism @ the real American plan, I can't nd why they don’t think of and insert @ clause in these con ete which “must” give all ta n an equa) chance. of us have btundered more others, and some will pay a/ price for these blundera I} too much faith in the better! of girl of all times to be pessi in regard to this type of gir! Tf our daughters go beyond wil pay the price, but it will/ or greater than any/ Eve has ever paid girla muare| believe she is one inclined to wrong than Any time passed, but I do know these latter times have made it More difficult for her to ap- advantage; that while she! and will, stand squarely on Has Become Matted Miss Grey: Would you kind- of any. IN HOPES. no factories here en- k. You may, how- care of tha wool even tho you are unable to get prepare it Wash, rinse, h the fingers until it juffy, and free of any strings. This is, of @ very slow and tedious task ; of one woman who has her precious wool mattress k, tt is not to be found in dictionary. The common pro- elation is as tho tt were spelled —tomg “u~ end “<.” eee Would Give Work Americans First Miss Grey: Here ts another Or #0 to print for the married We read in a recent inaue of Star that Vancouver and Vio are making preparations to| are of their thousands of un oyed. Let us hope that this is bunk, and let us also hope they more speed and care in the, ting out of this work than our! Sewe buncy of bunk spreaders in this yeve shown in their feeble ef-| alleviate the suffering and dis- #0 prevalent here, and which be lightened very much by| cg & Uttle horse sense and fore- ught in letting out this work. , for instance, there is a dig! Job in Ballard which has been 1 am « real American, and on/| wortng to keep my children in hool, but right now I am stuck, Md don’t know how I will get by. ow, some of the rest of you family horn I meet and talk with in ily quest for work, make your- Sheard. Don't go around grum Bling to yourselves. We have a Fight to a Uving, and let's fight for [IN well-defined lines, doubtless || This time be wasn't so awfully careful of the curves and sags os he bad been coming up, and we made Ranta at a record clip. While| he was in the Banta wire office, ting orders for Portal City, 5 Yorcross took the timecard out of its cage in the cab and fell to study: | ing it by the light of the gauge! lamp. Gorcher came back pretty soon with his clearance, which gave him the right to run to Arroyo as first section of No. 18. The boss blew up Iike a Roman candie when he saw that train or) der, It meant that we were to take the siding at Arroyo with the freight that wan just behind us, and wait there for the westbound “Fly-/| er,” the “Flyer” being due in Portal City from the east at 95, and due to leave there, coming west, 928. Page oe eee tale of the chase, and David wae asking him a whole it ef) “Ym taking all the responsibility. Pe eel ‘That was enough for Gorcher, and|| sbout what they did about getting the ment ant: thingy’ Mint tiits when ancther boy stepped up and mid, “Bay! Once upon a time there was a Mttle Ploneer that lived ‘out at Lake Washington. I tel you, he was one that had a pile ef experience, ‘cause his father was blind, and there was nobody except just him to be the man of the house and take care of bis mother and look after every- thing, He was just a Ittle kid, too; not big enough, you'd think, to be much help keeping dangers off of folks, “It rained @ lot then, tea, Bome Pioneers say that winter ts more Uke what they had tn the earty days than any other winter “ we've had for years and yeara. “And at night, dark came awful earty, ‘cause the trees were so tall and the woods were so thick, so time we hit the last set of switches | the old “Pacific-type” was lurching the long grass-country tangents she went like a shot out of a gun. Of course, with nothing to pull bat her! own weight she had plenty of steam, | and all Gorcherhad to do was to keep her from choking herself with too much of ft. He did it to the queen's taste; and In exactly eight minutes out of Banta we tore over the switches at Arroyo. That left us 10 miles to go, and 12 minutes In which to make them. It looked pretty easy, and it would have been if the night crew hadn't been switching in the lower Portal City yard when we finished the race and Gorcher was whistling for the town stop. Th was a holdout of perhaps two min- utes while @e shifter was getting out of our amy, and when we finally went clatueing up thru the yard, the “Flyer,” a few minutes late, was just pulling in from the opposite direction. A yardman let us tn on the spur at the end of the headquarters buflding, and the boss was off in| half a jiffy. “Come along with me, “Well, ene night ft was rataing Mike everything, beating against Uy tin root of the little cabin, and the wind went moaning thru the tree tops, and the Bittle boy lay tn his bulit-4n bed Hstening and being ind he was anug and warm ip sida, when he heard his chickens, “Such « equawking and cack tng as they did make; ft sounded as tf all of his chickens and about & million more were trying to see how big a racket they could maka “He hurried out of bed, iit a Nght and stepped out into the night “The ratm beat inte hie face and the wind chilled him, and all about him the big dark woods @ripped and sighed and moaned, and es he came nearer be esuld seo bie chickens futtering about tn thetr house and keeping up all the nase they could, “Then he opened the door—end xtpl out past htm flashed a streak \of black and yellow, and ao great Jimmie," he commanded quickly, and I couldn't imagine why he was in such @ tearing hurry. Pushing thru the platform crowd, made up of people who were getting off the) “Flyer” and those who were walt ing to get on, he led ‘the way | ™*mmered. straight upstairs to our offices. “Well, yes; 1 am Graham'—te my Of course, there was nobody there | ‘Friends. Anything else at that time of night, and the place| The portly gentleman subsided was all dark until we switched the|into # chatr. electricn on, There was a little lava.) “There ts some misunderstanding tory off the third room of the mute, | about this,” he @aid, his yolce thick- and Mr. Norcross went in and ening a littio—with anger, I thought. washed his face and hands. In a|/“My name ts Dismuke, and I am minute or two he came out, put on the general manager of this rail his office coat, gpened up his desk, | road.” lighted a cigar and eat down at the| “I wouldnt @ispute the nama, but desk as tho he bad just come in your title is away off,” said Mr from @ late dinner at the club. And Norcross, as cool as a handful of still he had me guessing. \dry snow. “Who appointed you, if The guess didn’t have to wait|I may ask?” long. While I wae making a bluff| “President Dunton and the board at uncovering my typewriter and |of directors, of course.” getting ready for business therewas| “The same euthority sppotnted a heavy step in the hall, and a red-|me, something like three months faced, portly gentleman with fat/ago,” was the calm reply. “So far eyes and Uttle closecropped English as I know, J am still at the head wide-whiskers came bulging in. He of the company’s staff in Portal had @ ight top-coat on his arm, and City.” his tan gloves were an exact mateh| The gentleman who had named for bie spats. himeelf Digmuke puffed out his “Good evening,” he said, nodding cheeks and looked as if he were sort of brusquely at the boss. “I'm about to explode. looking for the general manager's’ “This is a devi) of a mees™ he offices.” |rapped out. “I anderstoot—we all “You've found 1,” @ai4 the boss,/understood tn New York—that you eriaply. jhad reaignear . The tan-gloved gentieman looked| “Well, I haven't,” retorted the first at me and then at Mr. Nor-|boss shortly. And then he stuck the |knife in good and deep and twisted chief clerk, per-|it around, “There is a commercial the telegraph wire in the Hotel Bullard, of where I suppose you will put up. Mr. Dismuke, and I'm sure you will! find it entirely at your service. If you have anything further to my when ft was night i was surely cross. “You are haps?” he suggested, pitching query in the general direction the big desk. “Hardly,” was the curt rejoinder. “My name ie Norerorms, What can I the big wildcat leaped away inte the ¢@arkness.” OE , food faith, by the president and sent out to take charge of things. And here was the bom practically ordering him out of the office—tell- ing him that his room was better than his company! The portly man got eut ef his chair, puffing like a steam engine. “We'll see about this! he threat- ened. “You've been here three months and you haven't done any- thing but muddle things until the stock of the company ien’t worth much more than the paper it's printed on! If I ean get a clear wire to New York, you'll bave word from President Dunton tomorrow — telling you where you get To Gris Mr. Norcross made no reply whatever, and the beavy-footed | gentleman stumped out, saying things to himself that wouldn't look very well in print’ When the hall door below gave @ big slam to let} us know that he was still going, the| boss looked around at me with a sour grin wrinkling around his eyes. CONVERT SHIRTS INTO ATTRACTIVE APRONS When shirts tnstett on tearing around the collarband, they can be converted into very attractive aprons, Rip out all the seams and preas the material. The back of the The Little Shoes lifted. When Nancy and Nick wakened the next morning they didn't know | about the shadowy figure that had slipped down Santa’s great chimney and across the big room to the store room beyond, nor about the great sacks that the same figure had car ried away one by one. ‘What the twins did know was that Santa Claus, their dear fairy friend, seemed to be in trouble. “Everything's gone,” he was say: ting. “Every doll, drum and hobby- horsel Every kiddy-kar and skooter! That scamp, Blue Santa Claus, from the South Pole has stolen everything and got away in hia flying machine! “Oh, dear!” he sighed. “What will I @o for toys this year when all the 00d Uttle boys’ and girls’ birthdays come round?” Nick jumped out of his bed and ran to him. “Don’t worry, Santa,” the twins high into the air. he cried. “Nancy and I shall get | them back for you. Don't you re member about our Green Shoes and | the map and key you gave us?” Santa laughed suddenly. “Why. | biess my soul, I completely forgot,” ho exclaimed. As the twins left Santa’s house to 60 to the South Pole in search of the | stolen toys, he asked them tf they still had the golden key. “Take good ;oare of it,” he cautioned, “for it will help you thru places where even your Magical Green Shoes cannot pass, Now good-bye and good luck!" He shot back tho bolt of his great door, and as the little shoes lifted the twins at once high into the air ready for their journey, the children blew kisses down to the kindly old fairyman who haf been so good to them. (Copyright, 1921, N. E. A) visit Marion Sprague? something my husband couldn't com prehend. To him it was unthinkable, and a poritive scandal, that a decent wife should demean herself so far as to interfere in her husband's ‘per- sonal’ affairs! was way behind the times; that it would be a crime for me to burt the girt; that it was merely civilized to help her.” “You must have seen her fre quently?” “Of course. But It wasn’t on ac- count of any personal interest she awakened in me, nor because I wis trying to keep her quiet, I was ac tuated by what we call our social I told him that he! made me feel deeply for the other chia”, “Does fust having a dear [ttle baby of your own make you so com: |passionate? It must be marvelous to have a little one, all your very jown? I choked an I spoke, because 1 didn’t know such happiness from my own experience “A happy mother wants to stop the erying of all little children the wide world around.” “You've made me think a lot in half a minute, Martha. You've re- minded me of what I have left un- done this winter. Today I'm going to write a check to send to those 40 for you? If I didn’t hate «tang so bad, I should say that the portly man |looked as if be were going to throw a fit | “Diet—net Grabam Morcross™” he eur rights j Thanking you in advance for the space, which I know you will grant me ‘n your valuable paper, I am still looking tor work. 4 MAN IN NEED to me I hope it will keep until after this office opens in the morning.| jocvets may be added to hold sew I am very busy, Just now.” 7. I mighty nearly gasped. This Die ing or other needlework. The aprons rouke was the new general man-| are trimmed with rick-rack braid to ager, appolnied, doubles in all mau’ shirt is used for the apron. Large sense, If my husband wouldn't do|who are feeding the starving babes his duty by the girl, I would have to/of Europe. Millions of dear little do tt for him.” children need food——-" “Martha, do you sti love him?! “We, who have plenty to eat, ean’t “Who knows? Sometimes 1 wom! realize what starving means” sald =) — pe THE Dirprceunce | IN GASES 1 WONT IN TWlES AB STRONG ON THE PURCHASE $ WEcL, JUST awe ME A ROUGH (Dea OF WHAT IT WOULD BE, AND THS TERMS OF PAYMENT, Me On, MY FIRM WOULD Mave (Tv SaTisPactory, Tra SURE. I DID HAVE H SOME FIGURGS ON THAT, QT X MUST HANG LOST === Gy m1 iy THAT \S 1SN'T ALL THATS Veen COST{— Ive Losr MY “TIME AnD TEMPER, AND You've LOST THE SALE, AND Ie YOU GvGR Come GAcK You'll Lose Youve Crem CONFESSIONS OF A BRIDE “Ané why should I continue to)der myself. I can‘t decide, I only Martha, That was|know that my precious son, Lorrie, “at we did, we would be more gen- erous, Mr. Hoover has been urging us all to help, and I am ashamed of myself, I have no children and yet |I have never taken the trouble to adopt one or more of Europe's fam- | ished little ones. Ill do it today.” “A good deed in a naughty world,” Martha quoted. “It will be my nicest holiday «ift,” | I exclaimed, | happy. I stopped suddenly, Nothing could make Martha happy, ever aguin, it seemed to me, She caught the mean- ing of my silence, kissed me under- standingly, and went on with her story: “Occasionally Marion Sprague gave me an astonishing half hour. She couldn't grasp the significance “It will make Bob 50 oes THE BOOK eee OF MARTHA of my visits—she hadn't the vaguest notion how @ sensitive woman feels for another mother, but she was modern enough to stand on her own rights! She said that her rights were the same as mine!” (To Be Continued) ‘Horlicks The ORIGINAL Malted Milk