The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 24, 1921, Page 9

PMONDAY, JANUARY 24, 1921. PAGK 9 The Wreckers by Francis Lynde (Capyright, 1920, by Chartes Sert>- ner’s Bone) THE SEATTLE STAR t ‘ ynthia Grey DOINGS OF THE DUFFS / SAV. MR. DUFP MY wire WaNTeO TO know If You PeoPLa )——~—— pave AN erecteic JNO, I'M SoRRN, Percoiator! Ma PALEY - We By ALLMAN OF ALL The CRUST OF THAT (A GUN! Goes AWAY Anp reAves Hd IT-A Recuar Jesse James! “THEN “TALK ABOUT BusiwESS DEING Pook Bur (LL SAY THAT GUY So Business Has Come to This! OW, 1DONT WAN'T TO BoRRow ove- WE HAVE ONE. | WANT ‘To SELLNov owe! We WANoLe THEM AT OUR store! (La Leave THis OWE AND MAIL Y “ip OE ‘They’Re A NICE THNG “To WAV@ - MAK@ wouverrut conmee! Yes, we've Thovent| Apour CETTING owe! Sorry, iF we HAD pharit, Begins at Home, Thinks “Reader; He ‘Would Make Drive for Unemployed Instead of | Sending Money Out of Country for Another Nation's Poor. Dear Miss Grey: Iam writing to that the people of Seattle &@ drive to collect money for Unemployed, the same as they two and three millions for an country’s hungry. This would Be helping the Seattle business Keep the money in our own while they are trying to keep women from working, that helping to feed the hungry now, If the reports we hear from there about the wealthy on horse racing, gambling and clothes are true, why aren't made to look after thelr own ? CONSTANT READER, eee ce for Misa Grey: Just a word to ” If she is wise, she will your tip and wake up. I was the same boat she is in now, and took me ten years to find t I had just as much right on @arth as hubby had, but he WE see it. It ended in a di T have a husband that likes get me into an argument, and he wouldn't give two straws &® Woman that didnt argue We nly have some good ones, and always win, but I am much than I was, because Hubby 2 oean’t think he knows it a)! I say to “Crissy.” go to it, let know you are alive—then he wake up. They all do, J. M eee High School Girl Praises One Reader's Contribution Dear Miss Grey: In glancing over wf column recently I became in enough to read thru one of finest articles I have ever rea one signed “Deeply Interested. article agrees with my point of exactly, and I can't help but & letter of appreciation. I think the picture, in which the @escribes the pathway where blossoms forth, is a picture 2 appeals to most girls, for, at Ieast, tt does to ma ‘There are many girls who want dream to come true, and would to hold it as their Ideal wish, Dut often they stray from the path, d it Is lost. The two things I am oats sure that cause mony girls to Jose this ideal are the dances and the movies. am almost afraid to my any- on these two subjects, for so bas been said, and too much ins to be sald I am only a f school girl myself, and so I Bave not had much experience in the ways of the world, but I know that all my gir! friends and others, Bot partake in them. But when I look into the future, can see the time coming (probably 90 or 40 years hence) when dancing @nd moving pictures, and many @ther so-called “harmless amuse- Menta” will be a thing of the past. ‘The modern girl is great, for she Bas pep, ability and so much en- thusiasm. She ts a veritable engine pf possibilities, and under good lead- @rship there ts no saying what she ‘accomplish. “Good Leadership!” I would like to emphasize this, for “Deeply Interested” says “Hu- Mankind follow womankind Uke Sheep follow their shepherdess, no Matter where she leads them.” Then I hope that she will make “Greatest One of All” her re- instead of “dances and Movies,” and lead us all to the crest “Lookout Mountain” to stay for- ver. A HIGH SCHOOL GIRL HAD SPENT HUNDREDS, SAYS SPOKANE MAN None of the Medicines Mc- Lean Took Helped Him— Tanlac Restores Health. “Tt seemed that Tanlac Just drove poisons and impurities right out ef my system,” said Gilbert McLean, North Monroe et, Spokane, whi! Murgittrody’s Drug Store a few days Sg0.~ “Why, I can now eat pork and cab- Bage, and it doesn’t hurt me a bit. But at the time I began taking the Medicine it had been over a year since I could eat anything to speak |" of. What I liked best hurt me the Jrorst, and I had to give up nearly everything, and even then I suf fered terribly from @yspepsia. I suffered from constipa. tion and terrible headaches, my kid Neys were out of order and my back was in an awful condition. “Well, I spent hundreds of dollars! trying to get well, but I never got hold of the right medicine until I got Taniac. I don't know exactly ow I happened to take it, but the yy it helped me is a mystery. My ch is in first class condition, all my other troubler are gone, and I feel as well as I did years ago. I certainly am strong for T ac.” Tanlac is sold by the Bartell Drug Btores.—Advertisement, tin FREE—Write 20 treatmem KONDON MFG. CO. Minneapolis, Minn. charity begins at home—| indigestion and) (Continued From Yesterday) Xx. The Helpless Wires When Bobby Kelso shot his news at us we all made a quick break for] the dispatcher’s office, the boas in the lead. It was a big bare room flanking Mr. Van Britt's quarters at the western end of the second floor corridor and the windows looked out upon the yard twinkling with its red and yellow and green switch lights Durgin, then ight dispatcher, had been alone on the train desk, and | the only other operators on duty were the carrecord man and the lyoung fellow who acted as a relief When |got there we found that Tarbell had |happened to be in the office when |Durgin blew up. He was sitting in at the train key, trying to get |the one intermediate wire station | between the two trains that ha failed to g@ their “meet” orders, and thie was the firet I knew that he really was the expert telegraph operator that his payroll deseription said he was Durgin looked Ike tortured ghost. He waa a thin, dark man with a eort of scattering beard and imp black hair; oné of the clearest headed dispatchers in the bunch and the very last man, you'd say, te get rattied In a tangle-up. Yet here he waa, hunched in a chair at the carrecord table tn the corner, a staring-eyed, pallidfaced wreck, with the sweat standing in big drops on his forehead and his hands shaking | jas if he had the palsy. | Morris, the relief man, gave us the particulars, such as they were, speaking in a hed voice it he was afraid of breaking In on} Tarbell’s steady rattling of the key in the Crow’ Gulch station call “Number Four’—Four was the Eastbound “Fiyer"—“is hours off her time,” he explained. “As near as I can t it, Durgin was going to make her ‘meet’ with Num-| ber Five at the blind siding at Sand Creek tank. She ought to have had her orders somewhere west of Baux- | {ite Junction, and Five ought to have got hers at Banta. Durgin| says he simply forgot that the| Flyer’ was running late: that she} was stil out and had a ‘meet’ to make somewhere with Five.” Brief as Morris’ explanation was, | it wae clear enough for anybody | who knew the road and the sched ules, The regular meeting-point for | the two passenger trains was at & point well east of Portal City, in-| stead of west, and #0, of course would not concern the Desert Di vision crew of either train, since crews were changed at Portal City From Banta to Bauxite Junction, some 30-odd miles, there was only one telegraph station, namely, that! at the Crow Gulch lumber camp, seven miles beyond the Timber mountain “Y™ and the gravel pit where the stolen 1016 had been} abandoned, Uniuckfly, Crow Guich was outro} day station, the day wires being! handled ty @ young man who was if in the pay of the raflroad and| aif in that of the sawmill company. | This young man slept at the mill camp, which was a mile back in| the gulch. There was only one} chance In a thousand that he would | be down at the ra ad station at 10 o'clock night, and It was on| that thou: ath chance that Tar. bell) was rattling the Crow Gulch pall. If Five were making her card time, she was now about half way between Timber mountain “Y" and Crow Gulch. And Four, the “Fiye had just left Bauxite—with no or. ders whatever. Which meant that the two trains would come together somewhere near Sand Creek, one of them, at least, running like the mis chief to make up what time she could. | Mr. Van Britt was ae good a wire man as anybody on the line, but it was the boss who took things in hand. “There ts a long-distance telephone to the Crow Gulch sawmill; have you tried that?” he barked at Tar bell. The big young fellow who Jooked | like a cowboy—and had really been one, they said—glanced up and nodded: “That call's in,” he re sponded. “ ‘Central’ saye she can't| raise anybody.” “What was Fours report from Bauxite?” | “Four hours and 62 minutes off time.” | “That will bring them together somewhere in the hill curves this side of Sand Creek,” the boss said to Mr. Van Britt; just where there is the least chance of their seeing each other before they hit” Then |to Tarbell: “Try Bauxite and find lout if there is a pusher engine there | |that can be sent out to chase,the | "Flyer * Tarbell his monotonous Crow Gulch call. that on the commercial wire. we ive nodded without breaking repetition of the getting her out But it's chance; the ‘Flyer’ has too good a | start.” For the next three or four min jutes the tension was something \tierce. The boss and Mr. Van Britt hung over the train desk, and Tar. bell kept up his insistent clatter at the key. I had an eye on Durgin He was still hunched up in the rec ord-man’s chair, and to all appear ances had gone stone-blind crazy ¥et I couldn't get rid of the idea that he was listening—listening as if all of his sealed-up senses had turned in to intensify the one of | hearing. Just about the time when the sus pense had grown so keen that it jseemed as if it couldn't be borne a ‘second longer, Morris, who was sit ting in at the office phone, called out sharply: “Long distance sa she has Crow Gulch lumber eamp Mr. Van Britt Jumped to take the phone, and we got one side of the talk — side—in shotlike sen tences: “That you, Bertram? AN right; this is Van Britt, at Portal City Take one of the mules and ride for your life down the gulch to the sta tion! that? Stop Number Five and make her take siding quick Report over your own Wire. what you do, HURRY” By the time Mr. Van Britt got back to the train desk, the boss had his pencil out and was figuring on Bertram's time argin. It was now 10:12, and Five's time at Crow Gulch was 1018, The Crow Gulch oper ator had just ex minutes in which our Don't own ows! as ry AND HIS FRIENDS Page 268 A TARDY CHRISTMAS SFORY cLL, anyway.” Peery sighed contentediy, “the In @ans didn’t get your little Auntie I “spose probably if I could 0” seen you ‘bout Christmas time you would o told me another Seattle Christmas story.” | “aren't Christmas stortes any | good except at Christmas time? “That's too bad. 1 remember) one quite plainiy, because it was almost a aad Christmas for ma “It was the year I was 12./ Christmas preparations went on| In the house—grown-up prepara-| tions—but I heard no talk of a tree, and nobody talked of #tock ings, it was just all grown up. 1| didn't say much till the day be} Then I said, to get a} fore Christmon. ‘Well! Aren't we going tree? “Then everybody Jaughed at me | and anid, ‘You don? want a tree| and stockings this year, do you? Great big girl Uke you? "Yes, I said, softly, ‘I do want a tree, and I'm going to have one, | too” “So off I trudged up the hill to| the grove of cedars and firs which | wag almost on the corner of Sev- My brother and I chopped down a little tree and dragged it home, “Then I couldn't make ft stand ap, so mother had my brother make a standard for it, and I worked like a beaver stringing popeorn and trimming that tree, and all the time I was working and hurrying I waa as happy as I could be, for every year since I could remember I had waked up on Christmas to run tnto the par ior and pee the tree, and—always at tts foot sat a doll—a pretty doll, and I could just feel her in my arma ag I worked, and I hooped she would have long curls and eyes that would go to sleep “Well, Christmas morning came, and I flew into the parlor for my treasure “There atood the Mttle tree—fust as I had left it! “No blue-eyed dolly ant at fts base! My heart gave one heavy thump and I threw myself down in that empty space and cried only as a disappointed ehiid can ery. “The tree stood bravely thru the week of merry-makings, and every morning I would alip in and look again to be sure I was not mistaken; !t seemed too cruel a thing to believe, “But every morning the little tree was alone till at last tt had but one day more, for mother would clear it away after New Year's day “Then, on New Year's morning when I looked, there sat the doll of my @reams! Santa was just one week late.” SS ee kann to get his mule and oover the rough mile down the gulch. “He'll never make it,” said Tar bell, who knew the gulch road, “Our only chance on that lay is that Fi may happen to be @ few minutes late—and she was right on the dot at Banta.” (Continued Tomorrow) The Rook of Job ts sald to be the oldest book in the Bible, eee ee oe eee eet " FIX'STOMACH RIGHT UP “'Pape’s Diapepsin’”’ at once ends Indizestion, Gases. Sourness, Acidity | You don’? want a slow remedy when your stomach ix bad—or an un certain one—or a harmful one—your stomach is too valuable; you mustn't injure it with drastic drugs. When your meals don't fit and you feel uncomfortable, when you belch gases, acids or raise sour, undigested food. When you feel lumps of indi gestion pain, heartburn or headache, from acidity, just eat a tablet of Pape’s Diapepsin and the stomach distress is gone. Millions of people know the magte of Pape's Diapepsin as an antacid, They know that indigestion and disordered | stomach are so needless, The relief comes quickly, no disappointment, and they cost so lite wa SOMEBODY THOUGHT HE WAS IN A NATATORIUM Win pay liberal reward to party who found trousers in the Royal Lunch,-Advertisement In San Fran- elaco, Cal., Chronicle, while you sleep” at bitous, ‘constipated, headachy, full of cold, unstrung. Your meals don’t fit-—breath lemwbavl, skif sallow. Take one or two Cas carets tonight for your liver and bowels and wake up clear, rosy and cheerful. No griping—no incon. venience, Children love Cascarets, too, 10, 25, 60 conta, You are \of the sea, oue £0 Be GLAD TO You A Bie LATER! [Toontr-Toowrr REVEALS fr “To BE AERELY A CURSTAUT 7,, BURR Sa, DVENTURES oF THE TWINS Olive Roberts Barton At the top of the steps leading into the Jinn’s palace, stood a lobster, brandishing a large cooking spoon. Fiopt AM of a sudden the whale came to @ jerky stop at the bottom “I mnell hyacinths” exclaimed Nancy, and even as she spoke, the whale disappeared. “Il bet he was the Bobadf Jinn himmelf,” cried Nick, and sure enough a mocking laugh floated thru the water to them. The children looked around, and there, right in front of them, was a wonderful sea palace, So many strange creatures were all about them that Nancy felt half afraid. “Let's go in,” she said. “Have you got the charms?” asked Nick. “Yeu,” she replied, “but I think I better hide it some place, If this should be the Jinn’s palace, he might have somebody inside who could get it away from us.” Nick agreed with her and they hid the box under a big cockleshell Then they went to @ gute in the pal- box of ace wall, which they found standing CONFESSI A BUDGET APPEALS TO ANN I had to explain “the budget sys tem" directly to Ann. She would have shied from an obvious lesson. Fortunately, I had made out my own budget for 1921, and I exhibited the same to Ann, very proudly, (nd she was Nt once seized witl? the spirit of imitation and rivalry. “I'm going to make one, toot For New Year!” she announced. “I want to show it to Daddy! It does look so efficient, Jane!—but what is a bud- get, anyway? “It's just a plan you make before- hand for spending the money you haven't got,” I explained. “That sounds so exciting—some- thing like a gamble, isn’t it?” “] should say not! You allot your income, divide it into parts, so much for rent, so much for food, ete, First you set down all the fixed charges, then those you can estimate,” ajar, and slipped inside, Clangt The gate closed! The children looked around in alarm, “Oh, Nicki@” Nancy whispered, “we've left our box of charms out side under the big cockle-shell. How shall we ever get them?” Nick gazed up at the high wall that separated them from the ocean outalde, “If we had the golden key we would be all right,” he said rue- fully, “But what would be the use of ft without our Magic Green Shoes?” said Nancy. “Children, children? called a voice sharply just then. “Are you going to stand out there In the garden talk img all day? Lunch is ready and waiting an hour.” The twins looked up tn surprise. At the top of the steps leading Into | the Jinn’s deepsea palace, stood a lobster, a lobster of such size and in such remarkable attire that the litle visitors stared in epen-mouthed wonder. ONS OF A BRIDE...... “Sounds great—but will it work? T estimated $2,000 for my mole coat last fall and it cost me $3,500!" “Making a budget is like making a vow,” I said solemnly. “Once it's finished, you stick to it, if you're a good sport!” “Say, how do you begin a bud. get? “with your savings account™ I said positively. to save ° it right out of your salary or wages or in come the first day of each month— and bank it!” “Savings!” Ann wrote down the word. “What next?” “Rent—or shelter—since you own your home, you must pay taxes and the upkeep charges.” * xt?” Wile Aw, WATS A) WT A OLD CONE OR SOMEMUIN’ never Srarve!! —ANO DOU KNOW VE I Top You BeroRe But “ov ATTENTION Y~ Wet, HENR' WS LCGRFTt THS H PION'T Pav THS LEAST BY oF AS_ USUAL! THAT cuss, Iv t DONTr CAMP ON YOUR TRAIL SVERY SINGLS MINT \lTo sea THAT YOU ATTENO TO wHAT Ct —- —~ I'm NOT Gone TO STAND HERG AND CISTAN TO THE BARRASS Ir MAKES ne “What's wrong?” he demanded sharply. “What are you staring at| —the checks on my kitchen apron | such as service, heat, light, water rent, laundry, telephone, statronery and postage, repairs and replace: ments, life, fire and burglar insur ance, Income tax, health. Then the cost of the higher life—" “Um-man! Meaning what? “Church, philanthropy, social life, vacations, books and papers, gifts music, autos, luxuries like mole coats, and personal fads like Turkish baths!" “Or pet coons™ Ann Interrupted. Then she counted her items and sigh- © “I never Knew before that thero were so many ways to spend money | on a home! Last year I checked out all Daddy Lorimer gave me for clothes! He must have settled my househald e, I bet he was wrath y, I never thought about what the house was costing.” “Food, clothes, operating expenses: “1 know you didn’t, dear.” I spoke or my goggles?” And he brandished quite a large cooking spoon! (Copyright, 1921, N. E. A) THE BOOK OF MARTHA considerately because I realized that the bebe hadn't been willfully ex travagant. She had only done what hundyeds of untrained wives do—she had ‘Spent all she could get hold of upon her pretty self because she had never had a “budget” to guide her, (To Be Continued) ‘There are 839 rural districts and 163 cities in the U. S. in whith mailmen use automobiles in their