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

' Every Girl Has Chance or Inclination to “Run Away” From Home, One Time or Another, Thinks One Reader; Brunettes in the Lead Because They Are More Adventuresome, 1) Dear Miss Grey: I betiove that | @¥ery «irl, some time in her teens, as had an impulse to leave home, Bome for the pure adventure of it, ors because they were dis- with what they thought nal tyranny.” Jenerally the blonde type of girl is than her dark, and BALisf; Was “pe ‘Speaking More level-neaded Masheyed sister, The blonde thinks Bwice before she acts, while a bru F motte usually acts on the spur of the Moment. To every girl comes the hance one time or another to run Off On sorne wild exoapade; but If a Bitl looks before leaping, she seldom er leaves her good home, however Wild the adventure may seem. And may 1 add, as a last word, ) @hat I do not approve of this mud: Singing at one type or the other + Astions speak iouder than words re- ~~ §AMding the merits of types. ; A STAR READER. eee A ° > “Black Beard Pirate it) Dear Miss Grey: Who was known P ab “Black Heard”? FARL f Teach, a notorious pirate. eee " Differences of Opinion “on Age of Earth Dear Miss Grey: You state that, from your study of the Bible, you that the earth ts not 7,000 old, and ask how it is that estimate the age of Ni- Falls at from 20,000 to 35,000 INQUISITIVE. The age of the carth ts voriously @atimated by orviogists from 60,000. O88 to 606000000 years Scientists » de mot agree with the chronology MAICA is based on Bidle accounts of J} Gteation. It & open to every man, @ course, to accept or reject their was required by the United to finance the war (not in- foreign loans)? For what of time did this expenditure exist? aa , The approzimate cost of the war day (exciuding foreign loans) to States, was $20,596,431.67. “This was for the period April 6, | 1911, to June 30, 1920. ee cruisers, The British navy is United States the U. & navy is 779,173 Please send the & reliable government of | fleer who does drilling for of] wells M N. geological survey says that goverament officials are prohibited by low from making minergy cram fmations for corporation or private Gmterecats, or at the request of such parties; examinations are only made 4 eee” general public will be ' eee been for the past two years, or down? OWNER, valuAs be predicted in this column. anmoer only questions of information. OF MIDDLE AGE | May Escape the Dreaded Saffer- ings of That Period by Taking . . Mrs. Block's Advice : a ee Doring Change of Thad hot flashes and suffered for two years. I Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound adver- tised in the paper and got good re- suits from takin, it. I recommen your medicine to my friends and you may publish this fact as a testi- ™ a ra. BERT. BLock, Hopkins, Minn. rome Bele Cate ons Sones passes this perfectly na- without a ng a annoying and sometimes Those dreadful hot inking spells, spots before eyes, dizzy spells, nervousness, only a few of the symptoms. woman at this age should profit irs. Block’s experience and ydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable f you have the slightest doubt that ill help you writs to Lydia i ou wri ia Mediclne Co, (confidential) Lynn, Masa.. about vour health. Mother, bring home some of Boldt's Hot Crows Buns.—Advertizement. cineca No Soap Better 4) —— For Your Skin—— Than Cuticura cheater if FH 3 ASE3 F oe i A Bachelor - Husband || BY RUBY M. AYRES |] Coprrtgd, rent, by Ww. J. Wate & Co, | | Gtarta on Page One) morning, and he was not sure what nort of a reception he was going to | receive, but, Feathers behaved aa if nothing had happened, He remarked | | that it was a lovely mornink and | that the sea was warmer than it had | been for a month. | | “Have you been tnt Chris asked | cagerty. “Yes—just come out.” | Chris looked at the sea, | “1 wouldn't mind a dip" be said | sententiously “I should have ft, then," Marte | mid. “Iecan stay with Mr, Dakers if he has nothing better to do.” | | Feathers found an empty seat tn the shade, and be and Marie sat down | “And we are qaitewell-thank-you | | today, T suppose, eh? he asked smi): | ingly. “I heard yoy were down to breakfast, tho I did not wee you.” = | “We're going back.to London on | Saturday,” she said, abrupuly chang ing the subject. “Really? That sounds as if you j Were rather glad,” | I hate this | | in it Her Yoles, which had risen passionately, | broke off, and she turned her eyes to bia face, “No, that tx not true,” she said impuistvely, “I don't hate you | |—the only reason I am sorry to be | going is because tt will mean leaving “You wit coma and see us, won't yout Marte asked anxiously, “You will come and stay with us when you are back in town, won't you?” | “Tt is kind of you to ask me, but I am not very good company, you know—I am not an amusing chap like Chris.” | She did not answer, the she could truthfully have said that he had done | more to pass the dreary hours of the last three weeks than ever Chris had attempted to do. | | “Shall we go on? Chris will be} caming directly.” | ‘Tifey met him almost at ones, and| turned back to the hotel together, — | | “Had a topping bath,” Chris enid | breexily. CHAPTER IX Marie woke on the Friday morn- |ing with the vague feeling that some. | |@ing unpleasant was going to hap | pen. | | She iny for a moment looking | round the room with sleepy eyes, | then suddenly she remembered—they | were going back to London! ‘This was the end of her honey. |moon! Nearty a month stnce she had | been married—a month of bitternens | and dimppointmenta, with only one | | bright memory attaching to it—her | friepdahip with thers. She hated Mra. Hétiot, hated every- thing about her—her voice, her amile, even her clothes—she hated them all: | she went straight in to breakfast | without waiting for Chris; and when | he joined her she was quite well | aware that hin eyes were turned to her again and again anxiously. Directly breakfast waa over she! turned to go upstairs, but he fol-| lowed. | | “why @on% you go and have a/ |ewtmr” she asked then. “Itw a/ pity to waste the last morning in- | doors.” Chris turned away with an tn patient sigh; he felt at faatt be-| cause of his Inability to comfort her; he went downstairs and hunted up Feathers, “Come on out for a walk,” he said gruffiy. They went out together. “Marriage,” «aid Chris, with the! |airot one who han muddenty lighted upon @ great and original dincovery, | |e a damned awful gamble, and that’s a fact.” Feathers stopped to knock the ashes from his pipe against a wood- en post. ‘Mit’ not compulsory, anyway,” be | sald quietly. “After all, men marry to please themselves.” “Or to please someone else,” said Chris with a grow. ‘There was a little atlence. “Or for money,” said Feathers de peratety. “Nobody but a fool would marry |a woman for her money.” DOINGS OF THE DUFFS | | WISH ALL You MEN WoULD STEP INTO MY OFFICE FOR A FEW MINUTES-1 HAVE SOME THING ‘TO ALL RIGHT. me. pure! Page 320 THE MAGIC BLANKET ‘The olfest of the olf Indians; “So quiet was he, and so intent now Uving In the Puget Sound! on tits one bit of work, that pro country remember many of the| ple grew to fear him, and to bis legends handed down to them by | mother they mid, “The bey is pow thelr ancestora, sensed of an evil spirit.’ In his book called “Indian Hlm| “They talked and talked alput tory of the Northwest,” Mr. Cos-| it, and mild to each other, ‘How tello writes the legend of To | oo we know what the boy does; mahm.awis, or Magic Blanket. is It not strange that @ young iad “Once upon a time there ived | “ould with such quietness go day & boy on the shores of Puget| *fter day, and return from the Sound who was just growing into| DUBt bearthg only the skins of that period of life when a lad finds Uttle antmais, the feathers of lit his own totem for guardian spirit, | #¢ irda? “Tile parents watched him as he “The more they talked the more went forth each morning with hia | excited they grew, and aa the boy bow and arrown They auw the| Kept right on with his work and dreaming look of his eye, the wist-| Pald no attention to them at all, ful curve of his mouth, and thay| they grew really frightened about knew that each day he hoped to| !t amd decided to run away from learn tn hin hunting fost what| him lest he bring some harm to spirit In nature was to be his| them. totem. “You sea, they dif not know “And when evening came, and|sbout hie blanket: they did not the sun set, the boy would return | know how or where he worked, with the skins of ittle squirrels |and because they didn’t under. and tte feathers of little birds, | stand, their mvage hearts were “Always be killed the Mttle| filled with fear, things in the forest. “So they picked up everything, “And at night he took the soft! one day when the boy was away fur and the bright feathers, and | in the forest, everything tn the vi wove them into a blanket. lage, tents and blankets, and “Many days he hunted. cooking vensels, and baskets, and “Many nighte he returned wtth| milled far, far away acrom the the little skins and the soft feath | water, and left the boy all alone. ors, and at last be had enough. (To Be Continued) Raeene ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS Clive Roberts Barton Tom Is the Proud Father WURRY UD ALEK WE GOTTA CATCH MER BEFOOE THE MARSUAL SEES” uEQ 1 es BETTY AND HER BEAU | WAMTEO You AiL To See THE LATEST. PHOTOGRAPH OF MY Son, DANNY! WHAT DO You BY BLOSSER WT WETCH THAT WEGOOSEY KID TLL SEND MIM “To THE REFORM Scuoor Confessions ‘of a Bride Copyrighted, 19T1, ty the Newspaper Enterprise Assoctation THE BOOK OF MARTHA JANE’S BOOK BEGIN HERE TODAT whe writes the story, te the wife LORIMER, and a vietim of KATHEIINE MILLIK @ benattfol th the mind wf @ child, is rival for Nob’s affection to ® degree than the husband himaeif which forever cropping up ™ erage homes, which wrecks human | hepes for happiness when s husband te tthe Bob, a man of few words, and care | ieee of giving bis wife cause for beart- | break. them to CHRYSTOREL, Dod'e twin sleter. ‘The opening chapters cutiine « curious of ctreumetances from JORDAN SPENT phywician, and which connec the fate of HAMILTON CERT! mat, junker and Internationa) GO ON WITH #TORY Chrystobel Lorimer was @epreaned. | My husband's twin sister did not( often permit her moods to rule her. Usually ber great vitality, ber good cheer and her energy were a re proach to me. I seemed weak, rest leas, purposeless compared to my | sister-in-law j One March morning when the 2 weather was most unseasonabie, being as balmy as a rare June day, Feathers stared. He opened his mouth as tf tq speak, but closed it jagain with a little snap. After all, what use was ft to raine an argument? He did not want to quarrel with Chris, and yet he knew) that he had never had a better rea- son for so dotng. They strolled back to the hotel |together; @ perspiring porter wae staggering across the lounge with Marie's lugsage Chris’ portman teau and suitcase stood already by the door. } eee Tt waa ralning fast when they got to London; a crowd of people had corae up on their train and it was diffeult to get a taxi Chris began to get irritable, “Didn't you tell Aunt Madge what time we should arrive?” he asked. “She might have sent the car.” | “1 didn’t know what time—you hadn't decided when I wrote,” Marte janewered anxiously, “I am sure whe would have sent the car if she }had known.” “1 shall buy one of my own and |be independent,” he said with a In one round minute Pippety-Fiap and the twins reached the grove of mimosa trees where they were sure frown. Gyp-the Giraffe hud gone when he But they secured a taxi tn the|escaped from the circus. end, and Chris slammed the door Nor were they wrong. jand sat down beside his wife with ja sigh of relief. to reach much) twisting his long, red “t loathe traveling,” he maid. tongne around the delicious leaves “1 thought you liked it; you used|and swallowing them down his long |to do a great deal be »—before | throat, and enjoying them every inch we were married.” of the way. He laughed. Wouldn’t it be wonderful ff boys “Oh, well, a bachelor’s travels are | and girls could enjoy ice cream and rather differemt~to taking a wifé| candy in such a fashion? A cent's and half adozeéh trunks along. It's | worth would taste quite as mood (and the luggage that’s.guch a bother.” | eertainly as long) as a dollar's worth, |He sat up with sudden energy.| what a waste of food money and | “Marie Celeste, what are you going | happiness it {x that one’s neck ts #0 to tell Aunt Madge?” short! The only comfort we have “What do you mean?” is that when we are ill, and have “You know what I mean. 1 don't|to take dreadful doses, we can laugh want to talk about It, but it's Just! merrily at Mr. Giraffe. Aren't we as well tor us both to tell the same| iad, then, that our throats are not | story, or at least not to contradict|ay long as o grandfather's clock, one another.” when castor oll is oozing down the | “I see, Well—I wasnt going to| entire length? There is always BOM: | tell her anything. Why should I?|comfort in Ife if one only knows | It's nothing to do with Aunt| where to look for it | Mafge.” Gyp wasn’t saying a word—fust | Chris let down the window with | eating. a run and looked ont. Now this was not unasual, for) “Here we are,” he said cheerily.|three reasons. First, one can’t eat “And there she is at the window.”| properly and talk, or rather he can. | He waved his band to Miss Ches-|not eat and talk properly. Next, | ter and turned to see about the lug-|there was no one to talk to, And Gyp was Nancy and Nick and the fairyman held a council of war. so much throat, and such a long tongue, and, no doubt, having so much to say, with his third.story view of all the interesting things in the world. Nancy and Nick and the fairyman calmly reaching up (he didn't have | held a council of war, That means, they put their wise heads together apd considered the best way of coax- ing Gyp back to the circus. (To Be Continued) TONSHITIS. cover with pot flannel— The Intensive System of piano study takes drudgery out of plano practice, develops technique from interesting pieces, affords’ highest training for con centration and memory, gives delight and confidence in per forming before others, brings splendid results to both young andadult pupils. Regular month ly studio recital for the boys’ and girls’ classes A. W. WHISTLER gare Marie went on into the|last, Gyp couldn't have talked if he house. had tried! a giraffe cannot make a (Continued Tomorrow) wound, you know, Queer isn’t it with Elliott 2794 404 Montelius Music Building Chrys stopped at my bungalow und) insisted that I wander with her thru the Lorimer park. ‘The first tramp in the apring| acroas the great estate is one of the joys of the year to me. I save it to share with Bob annually, and I was) about to decline Chrys’ Invitation when I perceived that she was look- ing amazingty dejected. So I set out) with her, taking my camera along, and hoping for at least one success ful shot at nome harbinger of spring. Chrys soon spoiled my bird hunting. “Jane, I'm perfectly wretched! she confessed abruptly “I'm hard to convinoe—thta fine day,” 1 replied cheerfully, “You're known as the happiest of all of us girts.” “Happy?” Chryw tone Indignantty dented that enviable condition. “I-— happy? Why are the girts so sure? “Because you're that supremely fortunate product of all the ages the modern spinster! The free femin- ist! ‘The world belongs to you!" 1 laughed. “You have the face of a goddess"-—I leveled my camera at her—"‘and the figure of a show girl, the intellect of a college president, and the charm of a——" Chrys placed a finger on my lps, but I evaded her and continued: “ARd you're rich! So very rich!” “Don't be silly, Jane!’ Plainly my sister-iniaw was much annoyed, “Then, to be serious, envy you because you are an ultra modern spinster who has eliminated love from her life! One who refuses to be bothered by Cupid! You're ab- solutely independent of mgn! Free! from the bondage of working, for wastes, from the bondage of matri- mony! You do not even have to dress to catch a lover! You're free as only the economically independent woman of today can be freef’ 1 stopped to breathe. “You're all wrong, my dear, I'm merely too sophisticated to trust the enduring quality of man’s love! I suppose that's what you're trying to say, Janie. You girls think I'm \so well poised that I ean always contro! | my thoughts, and turn my mind| away from love at will! That I'm} strong enough to use all the love within me for some glorteun social good! Transmute love into astion~ that’s the theory! “It's the newest preseription guar- the gtris anteed to bring some sort of peace to restless femininity,” I rattled glib- ly. “The smartest women are ais-| EVERETT TRUE cumsing it! Clubs, too? | “Lat ‘em! commented Chrys “To be brief, it's bunk, my dear. I know—I've tried to live by it. I'm positive that as long as a girl is young and pretty—perhaps for a long time after—no substitute for | the tenderness of a man will satisty her.” “Some confession {§r a rabid fem. inist! 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