The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 5, 1921, Page 9

Ere82 - z 1é ed's ~donhaee #5 iE + Absence A Sse a - x @oned. Cd 7 — UU UU ee Cynthia my Young Married Woman Permits Attentions From Old Admirers in of Husband, He Disap-| Knowing proves. Dear Miss Grey: te womething which I cagnot decile for myseit. | am only 19, and have been mar | ged a fow months. My husband's | pesiness takes him away from home the beat part of the week. He is only one night and two Tam a fumloving girl, and before b iy was married, I went out frequent Qy with different young men New, do you think it is wrong for me to Ko to shows or out to janch with my friends? They are ali nice young fellows, and friends a brothers, and my husband bas ‘Sat them No doubt you will say I waa not gmdy to get married Well, that ts |i the past. My husband and I are tpappy together, and 1 dont noglect lgnything to go out. But he is so jealous, and thinks I ought to stay | pome all the time. | Please write something encourag lig, because I can't see where I am | @ing Wrong, and if my husband dis | ‘qovered I go out, he would be craay T know from experience. Please write me something I can | grow him, and make him see it in a| Fyresonable Light. Your sincere ad pire. MRS. B M. | What you ask ix imposgidie. | FD Beve aloays endeavored to be frank | @hen anrcering my readers, and |) could not periure myself in order to you. instead, what | shall to do is to write something that make you see what a mess you making of your life. What are hours of lonetin or the @ few passing pleasures, the @heence of @ fore old admirers, in temparison to the loxs of your self geapect, and the love and honor of a) geod Rusdand? You make one statement that rings | Gevlutely true, but im your folly you | Ge wot comprehend it—your fe be- | fore you were married—“that 1s the pest,” you say. You are right. And) uA the memory of it you should Rave carefully put awey your assoct Glens with other men. It is weeless | FD te argue that “there is no harm” in a} married woman going about with) Dold men friends in the adsence of q her husband to escort her, wnaiess it) 4 om rare occasions and the husbond | fe copwizent of tt, and giwes ut his tead of | T need your help | ays | t for Pou, and even against his wishes | ewey from you in order) And how are you repaying dartering your self-respect the risk of losing the | husband by running have to) yourself from society. This! woman's age. You must have girl Invite them to your home| sewing parties. Go| im the afternoon. You we young men and girl in your home in the evening, sionally go out with a party iriends, if it i# properly chap- But to single owt one man} permit him to take you to tea,| luncheon or dinner or to the . OF escort you to a dance,| tho he is not always the same wrong, and I hope you will) wider your actions and change! Your ideas before they bring lasting eorrow wpom you and your husband. ut i 133 eee To Eat agus Dear Miss Grey: Is ft ever con- Midered proper to eat asparagus, M@alks with the fingers? YOUNG HOSTESS. Yea. This ts sanctioned by an- 1B Poritics on equictte. But even when 9] Most deftly accomplished, it is none! @ tee dainty a right. It i* usually more ; ete managed with knife and | Paul Revere | Historical Figure ® _ Dear Miss Grey: Who was Paul Bf Revere? D. R. | Paul Revere was an American) Ptrict, born in Boston, Mass, 1735.) We participated im the Boston Tea\ Party im 1773, and carried the news it to New York and Philadelphia, | nd im 1775 became a member of a| Wrlety organized to watch the Brit-| th in Boston. On April 18-19, 1775,| _ Mt the request of Joseph Warren, he! ) Made his memorable midnight ride to Lerington to warn Hancock and ed Adams of the approach of | troops. While passing on! fowards Concord, to warn the peo Ble there, he was captured by a party | | Of British soldiers, was taken back | i Lestacton, but released the nezt all the women of the R RREUMATIS Bi ant Bries See bee know Once you experience the it gives. once is a jar - with the oil of mustard. | —— rings ease and comfort it is being rubbed on! Si and nurses, Millions of jars are | Gtk, asthina, Send | Aren't you glad? | until he found himself a plain citizen | had | yet.” It Pain| trow’a you tke to be why thousands use| up in a house that your father built of his blood growing up in and come | from the nearest | home crippled and find you stood a a clean, white oint.| fat chance of lowing it?’ plaster and does | answered, but he did nf way he had | perience. le is recommended by many | «0 on | wally for bronchitis, croup, stiff | continued, quite cheerfully, however. neuralgia, pleurisy, rheu.|“I don’t propose to allow it to hap- Jumbago, pains and aches of the | pen. OF joints, sprains, sore muscles |to any one but you, uilblains, frosted feet, colds o: | hax only a hazy | itoften prevents pneumonia) | #tand, and Nell Gc jars; hospital size $4.00 | you don't | stares us in the face unless a certain ford to Reep up this pice damn well like to keep it goths.” MARCH 5, 1921. Poor Man's Rock nT BERTRAND W, SINCLATR ||) mht, 1920, Copy by Little, Brown & Co. (tarte on Page One) doubtful sort of gtance, as if she ly knew how to take part of what he sald, “Ian't it lovely after the storm? Pretty much all the civ ‘timed world must feel a sort of brightness and sunshine today, I imagine.” Why? he asked. It seemed to! him & most uncalled-for optimism, Why, haven't you heard that the war is over?’ she smiled. “The arm-| lation w signed yesterday at 11.) McRae reflected a second, on] should be, I suppose,” he muttered “1 know a lot of fellows will be—and thelr people, but #0 far as I Aum con cerned—" | “I'm afraid T don't quite under. stand what you méan,” she remarked. | Her tone was pursied, She looked at him, frankly curious. | But he could not tell her what he meant, He withdrew into his shell And when Retty Gower seated ber self on a rock and evinced am inctin ation (© quit him about things he did not care to be quizzed about, he Ufted bis exp, and walked back to ward the Cove CTIAPTER TV. | From the Bottom Up | MeRae did nothing out mark time once more. | But he spent the time profitably | at that, and in January he took pas sage for Vancouver with « certain | plan weaving itself to form in his mind—« plain which promised action | and money and other desirable re | sults if he could carry it thru, With @ basic knowledge to start from, any reasonably clever man can digest an enormous amount of infor mation about any given industry in a very brief time. Jack McHae spent three weeks in Vancouver as a one nian commission, self-appointed, to inquire into the fresh salmon trade. He talked to men who caught salmon and to men who sold them, both wholesale and retail. He learned that no man could profitably buy salmon uniess he had a cast-iron | agreement either with a cannery or | & big wholessier. McRae soon saw | that the wholesaler stood Hike a wail | between the fisherman and those who ate fish, Therefore the ultimate consumer paid 20 cents per pound for spring salmon that a fisherman had to take | 14 cents for. As for the salmon packers, no one knew their profits Their pack was all exported. | McRae, however, was chiefly con cerned with the local trade in fresh His plan didn’t look quite it at Squitty Cove. It looked like an air-tight proposition. But, he said to himself, anything airdight could be punctured. So,he kewt on looking about, asking casual questions, list- ening. Inciientalty he enjoyed himeetf. ‘The soldiers were coming home Mo Rae met fellows he knew. He had a record ini two squadrons, He needed nO preweagenting when he met an- other KR. A. F. man. So he found himself Invited to homes, the tnside| of which he would otherwise never have seen. Chance and his social gadding gave him his opening. To be explicit, he happened to be one of an informal supper dance in the Granada—a place where one can see everybody that is anybody if he lingers long enough. And almost the first man he met was a ruddy-faced youngster about his own age. They had flown in the same squadron un- til “Stubby” Abbott was invalided home. Stubby fe upon Jack McRae and haled him straight to a table where | two women were sitting, “Mother,” be said to a plump. | middle-aged woman, “here's Silent John McRae.” Her eyes lit up pleasantly. “I've heard of you,” she said. “My daughter, Mr. McRae.” Nelly Abbott took possession of Jack McRae as naturally as if she known him. for years, They drifted away in a dance. 1 me,” she said abruptly, “did ow Norman Gower overseas” 4 an officer in the battalion over with,” McRae replied. I went over in the ranks, you see. So I couldn't very well know him. And I never met him after I trans ferred to the air servic “I just wondered,” Nelly went on. | ‘I nee his sister over there, Betty is a dear, girl That's she talking to Stubby. Come over and meet her.” Mackae couldn't very well avoid it without seeming rude. So he per. | went with Nelly Abbott and | duly presented to Miss Elizabeth | Gower. And he had the next dance | «i also for convention's sake. | they stood chatting a mo ment, the four of them, Stubby ‘said | to Mackae “Who are you with, Jack? “The Robbin-Steeles.” “I¢ I don't get a chance to talk to you again, come out to the house to morrow,” Stubby said. “The mater | said so, and I want to talk to you about something.” Next morning Jack rede out to the | Abbott home. Stubby permitted Mac Rae a few minutes’ exchange of pleasantries with his mother and sia | ith he Wh bookshelves. DOINGS OF THE DL LET’S GEK STARTE GOING “TO THE SHO » A FUNNY THING HAI THE OFFICE TODAY! 1 WANT You | AO- Nou CANNOT €O OUT “THIS AFTERNOON == Go AND SEE IF You ouT stick In his hand when the wind struck him, and he turned #0 sick and faint with fright when he heard the lock on the door snap that had he not dropped them and caught hold of the iron rail, he| would surely have fallen into the| sea, and thin story would never have been told tome. He took his thumb and finger and tried fran tically to turn the little square of brass, but it was no use, the door ‘was shut tight ""Well,” be eald to himectf, ‘1 ean’ get tn; I might as well do my work as long as I am out here anyway.’ Bo the plucky little fol low picked up his long stick and his towels and went to work wip ing off the salt, and polishing the giase, He worked about half an hour, and when it was all shining clear, he began to feel again a panic of fear “The storm had about spent tts power, but as he told me, ‘It was sufficiently gusty for health,’ and the weather turned extremely cold. ‘I must get down,’ he told himself. ‘I «gust, I must. Sup- pose I should grow so cold and) stiff I should slip thru and fall down the 400 feet into the sea, or the 80 feet on the other side to the rocks? Suppose I should freeze with the wind whistling thru my wet clothes at such a rate. Suppore—. 1 must grt down; in two more hours the light are A clown in a white and black polka-dot suit stood them. | . The minute the Stubby pushed two chairn up to| the frog flew into a thousand pleces. the fire, waved Jack to one, and ex tended his own feet to the blaze. “T've seen the inside of a good many homes in town lately,” Mackae “This is the homiest one th: “IT any ft is.” Stubby agreed bern and grow with a vision of future generations “I wouldn't like it much,” MacRae “01 lready undergone just such an eg He waited for Stubby to “Well, it's a ponsibility,” Stubby th | thi ‘ \“v I wouldn't blat this} Jack. The mater ea of how things the Infant Hang it, | elo and haven't m the Infa know anything bo Jon’t mean to'aay that the poorhouse you know, but amount of revenue simply can't af And Ia 1 en « forthcoming, we ba las (Continued in Our Next Issue) feet. | mere |assured him. | His trouble nowf* The twins and the goat turned n surprise. A clown in a white and |black polka-dot suit stood beside | em. He did a somersault before e twins had time to exclaim, Where did you come from?” “I'm Mr. Bobadil, the clreus wn.” was the answer, “I am no longer the wicked Bobadil Jinn. You just couldn’t help being wicked thanks to Misa Naney here, noon, which ends all magic, good and | didn’t want to be good again. at he had swallowed fell at Nancy's “Wh-wh-what's happened stam. Nick, rushing to help his sis | fax the world blown up?" 40, don’t you see, Nickie,” Nancy “It's the wicked Jinn. magic was no food on the ator and he’s gone. The minute me out into the sunlight, he ured. We'll have no more “I'm not so sure about that,” anid mebody near. the wicked fairy, Snitcher-Snateh ‘ould help him, 1 But T hap-| ned to come onto the Equator at | | chanted me so I FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS Page 303 THE STORM “George had his colths and hie , will go out because no one is there * ADVENTURES. a At the same time the Wishing Ring | d. 1 tried to avoid the Equator | long as I was wicked, because I It had * IFFS 0 AT NOW LISTEN GET “THIS! to wind the clock, and if a ship should be out in the storm she | would surely go to pieces on the rocks without @ light. I must get | down’ “Looking about him, he saw the only pomsible way in which he could get down was to climb down | the lightning-rod which was fast | ened at the top of the tower. This | was really a rope of amall copper wires about one inch in diameter, which hung loose over the railings | Of the two balconies down the side of the tower to the narrow ridge of rocky ground below, and on down the cliff's side some 30 or 49 feet below. Ho suid: “My mind was made up at once; t looked Uke a perfectly good scheme to a boy. 1 tried the rope and it seerm- ed firmly fastened at the top. My one thought then was, I must get down, I must save the light’ | “He hadn't a doubt that if onty his hands could hold, and he could stick to the rope, he would reach the ground safely and come in at the lower door ax he had done be- fore, and all would be well. He took off hig ofiskin coat and his hat that he might be lighter and freer, drew on his stout buckskin gloves to protect his hands from the sharp ends of the wire, step ped over the ede and commenced to lower himself. Closing his eyes, down slowly he let himself 10 feet, 12 feet, 16 30, 40." | (To Be Continued) ore TWINS : scandal - cae ‘ “Thank you for coming over, 9 beside) sano: ahe maid, “I wanted to taik| American products aro being ad- to you. I hoped you would come.” | vertined in the theatres of India by | green tullfrox|to be done by somebody else, and ter, before he led the way upstaire| reached the opening at the top of| Nancy was the smart little person | into a small cheerful room lined with | the cave and came out into the sun-| who thought of it | Ueht, there was a lond explosion and |I go with you the rest of the way? Do you mind I may be able to help you.” “Thank you,” said the twing grate. “But I don't think we'll need fully. any more help now.” “I'm not so sure,” anid Mr. Boba. dil, “the goat ate your Map.” THE SEATTLE STAR PAGE 9 Tom's Joke 1s Wasted HE SAID, LAST NIGHT WHEN HE WAS GoING To HIS HOTEL A STRANGE WOMAN CAME UP TO // WIM AND GRABBED Him AROUND THE NECK — CAN You By ALLMAN JUST THEN “TWO POLICEMEN Y JUST A MINUTE - . TOM, HAVE 1GOT WELL- IF WE EVER SANS TWAT AGAIN, DOW'T You EVER LET on You WEARD Him! MOM- DID You Sav You ‘Took, iS BABY BCAUSE Tu’ DocToR SAID IT DIONT HAVE ANY Monet 2 a Confessions of a Bride coor 1901, by the Newspaper jer yrine Apenciation THE BOOK OF MARTHA JEALOUSY AND HPART-BREAK Doubtless the pleasure my hus- band had had in Katherine's com pany at the cabaret meant far more to him than did the comforts which I had provided tn the way of hot water bottles, bot lemonade and warm blanketst | ‘The thought made me ndignant My mood changed on the tnstant, whether for better or worse, who dares to decide? 1 no longer felt sorry because Bob was overcome with fatigue. He had dined at the notorious cafe with her, had epent at least (®) seven hours while the blizzard ry Iarted, and had not once referred to her after he came home! | THE dur Hot tears blinded me. I fett inoiated, abandoned, desolate. | Life & confusing, and perhaps) human beings are a lot shallower than they admit, I mid to mynelf. Men remain boys to the end of their days, so Mother Lorimer often had told me, They are willing to play marbles forever, and so| they take up with gamesters lke | Katherine— } 1 stifled, choked from the sheer | torture of my Jealousy. 1 wanted to sit by Bob, but if I stayed my mind woujd keep revolving in swirls of jealousy. Bob would sleep until noon, if he were not disturbed. I would| better go to mee Martha. She and| 1 each needed @ friendly shoulder to-weep upon. The storm having abated, 1 went to Martha's house. I did not| find her in bed, sick with weeping | over the humiliations her hushand had heaped upon her. The papers | with the accounts of that spec | tacular battle in the snow were | on the table beside her, she must | have read them, but outwardly | she looked simply a calm, sweet young mother as she fed Lorrie his early luncheon, ‘The child was too young te un derstand, no Martha started at once to give me the details of the afraid,” I confensed. “I wanted to| talk to you, too, The blizzard was| indeed an {ll wind. It brought no | body an¥Y good. But my particular misfortune can wait. \Tell me about your own, my dearf “The street cars were tied up—| Mr. Van Eyck was taking me home in his auto—at Bent Hill there was @ collision and a jamf | “It's worse than I imagined.” 1 said. “When Evan got into action, | there was a whole gallery of speo- tators!* i (To Be Continued) EVERETT TRUE “I came on my own account, I'm - means of motion picture films. thert it ~ Look at hilds tongue of Figs” only—Say “California” | | TM TIRED OF ASKING FOR MONEY ft TLE TRY A UTTLE "CRIME WAVE” ON You Tuc (Gave Mou GNOUGH TO GGT DOWN TOWN ON Give "California Syrup / If your little one tm outof-sorts,|child again, Mothers can rest easy half sick, isn't resting, eating and /after giving this harmless laxative, actin, turall: look, Mother! see a apeetpe bee ier: She hoe) because it never falls, Children dear. if tongue is coated. This is a sure | PCHwe) neve “erate” fign that Jim little stomach, liver and | 2.11 "a nentione 7m ape he lige bowels are clogged with waste, Give |Full directions for babies ana for chil a tenspoontul of “California Syrup of |A°e® of all ages printed on each bot Figs,” and in a few houre all the |t@: Beware of counterfeits, Mother, constipated poison, undigested food YOU Must Say ple If you) ___ and sour bile gently pass without “California you may get griping, and you have a well, playful! an imitation fig syrup. TAR WANT ADS jdon't say BRING RESULTS