The Seattle Star Newspaper, March 26, 1921, Page 9

| atferd to let past spoil owr fu-|she turned out to be? Why, your! ture. friend, Dorothy Webbert Its a co We are not #m not haviag|incidence, twn't it? You never told ee STOMP IATA SR SATURDAY, MARCH 26, Cynthia Grey Remember the Past, Not With Bitterness, But Wisely, as a Guide to the Future. Dear Miss Grey: I notice you and & number of other writers of advice always warn away from the past Beriousty, do you think this is right? “Forget the past’—but by remem “Bering might it not prove most Valuable at one time or another? WONDERING. 1 do not rece! ever having advised @ryone to forget the post #0 com- Pletely that i might not serve @n example to warn away from a @imilar unhappy experience. T have advised love-sick persons «| The past is only worth o for what we have from it, We con never re- Tt is of no use to mourn de- @ did not dring us mor " Rave @ sense of life's true values Gan see that our work can never aid aside, finished, because os Bcoomplish we grow and expand. satisfied us yesterday will not! us foday. Tomorrow's achieve. should de a Nite greater than Of the present. _ But we can never succeed in do- “deg our dest if we let the weaknesses the past live in the present. Their yes. But the spectres them should crowd them inte Temetest dackground of our chere they may remain for the forgetting. There is no vir- tm Bemocning them. Repentance Rot fretting or weeping, but the te do detter, we look at every morning as @ Chance t@ make aa nearly per- @ day as may be. We cannot to look back upon. it is we do not have it, for could we icarn humen in forbearance and for- The more filled with mis have possed, the to make the days that © continuous effort to re- that $ 3 H ? k i i ny rf i i Fa ‘Win you kindly your columns a few for our son who ar- Patrick's Dey? anxiously await your re- PUZZLED, ere—all good Irish Ei Sadi ‘ ih Miss Grey: Please gtve origin of the Ku-Kiux Kian? a i it il Governor Brownlow, and deen first an association of amusement. Later, f frinocent from the outrages of Tawless and brutal persons. , possibly the best summary of Hs avowed purposes is to say that to counteract the influcnce acoro im government and s0- The name of the founder t# mot known. The name of the kian wes taken from the Greek word ky Klos (circle) and the English word spel: Which 1s more Powerful, steam or electricity? JIMMIE. Bureas of mines says that power, used direct in units @reater power for a given consump- f fuel; for lower powers, clec- . when generated with Dear Miss Grey: What is the aif- ference between capital, preferred and common stock? RR The amount fied by the charter f @ corporation as the sum to be) paid into the treasury for use in the! Dusiness is called capital stock. Bhares of stock are divided into pre and common. Preferred are on which @ fined rate of divt- must be met before any divi- are paid on common, On com- stock the dividends are not at rate, but are paid according the earnings of the corporation. MOTHER! “California Syrup of Figs” Child’s Best Laxative Acurpt California” Syrup of Fign onty—look for the name California on the package, then you are wure your child ts having the best and most harmless physic for the little stemach, liver and bowels, Children Jove its fruity taste. Full directions | botue, You must say “Califoruis.” Of All ages, mole and female, to make | gesture. 4 effort to forget an impossidie a affair. |to hers. | Chester said, as Marie entered we and the sins and the disappointments | Just as far as we can accomp-| sent you a box of heather this morn: | Rave not learned to live wisely | How- | anked him. 1921. A Bachelor Husband BY RUBY M. AYRES Copyrt@ht, 1921, by WJ. W Oe. (Continued From Yesterday) ‘They had a merry lunch together, and afterward Marie took him back to see Mine Chester, Young Atkins got Uckets for the most absurd farce in town, and he! and Marie laughed tll they cried | over it Altho she was reluctant to admit it to dervelf, Marle knew shat she} had enjoyed herself far more with young Atkins than she had done that afternoon with Chris*when he bought the pearls. She put up her | hand with a@ little feeling of guilt| to the necklace, which she waa wear. tng. Young Atking noticed the little | “Are they real? he asked. “Yon, Chris gave them to me." “Mind you, don’t lowe them—they Must ce worth an awful lot.” “They are, rather a lot.” «Ho drew his chair a little nearer “When shall we go out together again?" “When you Ifke—T can go on Sat. urday if you care about it “Yes—-till Saturday, then.” | “There's a letter from Chria,” Mise | | room. Marte took the treasure upstairs to read. “Dear Marie Celeste: Hope you) are well—1 have had no letter from | you since the end of last week. The | weather has changed a bit up here, | and we have had some ruin, Feathers ing: I don’t suppose you'll care much for it, but he insisted on sending it. By the way a curious thing hap | pened yesterday. We were at the third hole, and there were some girls | on the green in front of us, One of them had lost a ball and T found it, | so We talked, and who do you think me she was such a fine player. I've got a match with her this afternoon. | She sent her love to you. I hope you | are having a good time. I've got as | brown as coffee since I came up here —being outof<doors all day, I sup- | pose. By the way, if you look in my } room you'll find a box of new golf balls. You might send them up to me. | I will write aguin soon.— Yours affeo | tionately, Chris.” | “© © * Feathers sent you a box of heather this morning.” Kind, ugly Feathers! had not forgotten her. She wrote @ little note to Feathers | and thanked! him. “It was kind of you to think of me. I have never been to Scotland, but the smell of the heather seemed to | show it to me as plainly as if 1/ could really see It all, You have! never found any white heather, 1 suppose? If you do, please send me | @ little piece for luck.” She had no réal belief tn tuck—tt | had long since passed her by, she was | sure—bot a day or so later a tiny | parcel arrived containing Dunch of white heather, smelling | strongty of cigareta—for a cigaret | bez had been the only one Feathers could find in which to pack it, eee He, at least, CHAPTER XIL Marte was alone at home one after. oon when young Atkins called. It was Sunday, and Miss Chester ] “Won't you have some teat she “I've had mine, but we ‘Will s00n get some more for you.” No, he would not have tea. He mt | down only to get up again Immediate ly, and walk restiessly about the Foor. | “I love you,” he sald desperatety. | “I think I've always loved you, and and I can’t bear {t any longer. If Chris doesn't care for fou, what did he want to marry you for? It was cheating some other poor devil out of Paradise * * © Marie—I know you think I'm only a boy, but I'd die for you this minute if it would oe od you happy; I'd * * * oh, my dafling, don’t cry.” “It's no good, Tommy,” she said gently, “and you know it lent. Even if I cared for you—and I don't, not in that way—you're so yo | © ° © and I'm married * * then, with a very real burst of emno- tion, she added: “We were much good friends, and now you've gone and spoilt it all” “1 couldn't help it—tt had te come —and I'm glad. I've never felt ike @ friend to you I thought you knew it, but if you want me to I! fo on being your friend all my Ife,” he added inconsequently And rlow we've been thoroly fool ”“ she said, with a little sob, lease be a dear, and take me for a And one evening Tommy mid abruptly ax they were driving home together from a theatre: “Marie—I'm not coming any more,” and then, as she did not an- wer, he went on desperately, “I Just—can't!” ‘Then at last a letter came from Chris, ‘ “Knight is going back to London, that I've been away a month,” ‘Then came a postcard—a picture postcard of mountains in the back: ground and @ very modern-looking clubhouse in the foreground, with a scribbled message from Chris at the corner. "Shall be home Thursday night to dinner.” And then, just an hour later, came &@ telegram. She opened it with trem. bling bands, She was sure it was to say that he was coming sooner. For @ moment the scribbled mes- tage danced before her ¢; ° “Plans alter don't expect me. Letter follows.” Someone tapped at the door, and with an effort she pulled herself to gether to answer: “Yes, what la ft?” ‘Mr, Dakers has called, if you please, ma‘am.” “Feathers!” In her delight at nee ing Dakers again Marie never knew that she had called him by his nick name. She ran across the room, her cheeks Uke roses, and both hands outstretched. “Oh, how nicet When did you come? Oh, I am glad to see you?” ‘They looked at one another silently for « moment, and the thought of Christ was in both their minds, tho it was Feathers who spoke of him (Te Be Continued Monday) Giraffe. | walnut-meat, sat on the other ear, and Fiippety-Flap (of the large feet) sat between them on one of the lit tle horns on Gyp's forehead, small, too! Gyp was listening, altho he'd no iden where the voices were coming from. “What do you ANN More! FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS GEES IF You Wad THEE EVES, WUERB WOULD You “I will go to my people,’ wall “Then her heart leaped with joy, ed the mother, ‘and I will ten | ana she cried out, “My son will | Ve: my son will live; and he shall bring great good to his people. Yonder where we left him, without food, and without fire, there arises a great emoke, and [he has fish from kuhbiulll in | great plenty, and fire to cook It with; he cannot starve. Tt ts a sign from the Goda, and my son bas a good them how we have done him great wrong. ft may be thar they will believe @ mother’s words.’ “Bren as she spoke, she heard a whiner of wings and saw a great white bird alight to her ca- noe “Now, the woman knew this bird. His name was kuhi-kulll and she saw that he had come from that part of the land where she had left her son. “The great bird began to epeak. ‘Thave-brought you-thess from-your-boy’—he gulped out his words, and each time he spoke a shower of the shining «melts fel! from his mouth. “Tle kept saying it over and over: I will tell them, and .. brotght these-from your. boy,’ and every time the fish showered into the canoe until it was half filled with ameits. “Lifting her eyes from the melts to watch the great white bird as he flew back across the water, the mother saw smoke rising from the opposite shore. ert 80 | may come with him. I hope you Gyp grew dizzy are all right, Marie Celeste, The! jtime has simply flown up here; I} Nancy, about the size of a ima was horrified yesterday to discover | bean, sat on one ear of Cyp, the Nick, about as large as a very like best in the sked Flippety-Flap. id Nick nd on top of the gold wagon in the parade?” sald Nick, “Clownst’ guessed Nancy. “They're fine, but there's sotne- thing I like better.”* “Phe ladies in pink dresses who jump pety-Flap. Gyp was getting much thru hoops,” suggested Flip. That's not the best!” interest. Jed. And curious! “He was almost | worry he'd left the circus, now. He'd no iden folks were no fond of it! But after all, what was the difference. It was the elephants that people liked best. Gyp was convinced that he could have answered Nick's question |iong ago, Why were the others so | stupid? Suddenly Flippety Map said, “T know. IVs the elephants you like (GUESS IT'S ALL OFF BETWEEN MABLE AND Me! HER DAD FORBID MY CALLING ON HER ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS Look! = ‘ea! spirit and not evil.’* | not evil’ ore with happiness, bent." guessed at last. jment came Nick"s |phanta! No. and eat peanuts.” “Camels, thenf* “Still wrong!” The others | Au yrong! | antly, best of all.” dered? [and Country Stores, “And at the people listened, and they saw the smoke on the oppo site shore where they had left only emptiness, and gahes, and the shining fish, which the great white bird had dropped inte the canoe, and the joy on the face of the boy's mother, and they sald: ‘All that she says Is true, gather together all our pota and pans and kettles, our blankets ané | our skin#, and return to that other shore, for truly the boy ts pos semned of a spirit which ts good, “So the boy and his parenta, his old friends, and his new friends, the tall Stwashes, lived happlly to- gether for many years after.” * Gyp nodded to himaelf. “They've answer, They only have trunks ucaned | pon, lions, tigers, seals and what not, ive up?™ eried Nick triumph- “It's the giraffe, Gyp grew dizzy with happiness. |Fiad he really heard aright, he won- COLDS Grip, Influenza, Sore Throat | Memphreys’ Homeo. Medicine Co, 166 ‘William #t., New York, and et all Drag “Tuna Park Swimming Pool opens Saturday, March 26.-Advertsement. | ATTLE STAR 'wWwROTE A y SWELL POEM ABOUT You berry! As of a Bride Coprrighted, 1911, by the Newspaper Enterprise Amocration JANE’S BOOK A SLAVE TO LOVE How Chrystobet could have #0 tangled up her matrimonial affaires 1 could understand only because J knew Hamilton Corteis so well. As « physician, the man had made a great name Before the war Certels was @ genius. Bob had Ukened him to Leonardo more than once. He was a chemist, suf- ficient reason why Daddy Lorimer had needed him with the Lorimer company. He wan an inventor, his diving sult with respirator permit- ted a man to Walk freely on the ocean bed, at a certain depth, He was an art connoisseur. Aa a brain and nerve specialist he had accom plished difficult cures, To Daddy for years hin best friend, Certoty had confided the secret of his | miractes: Hypnotism! In spite of her intelligence Chrystobel was susceptible to sug gestion. She was always taking up some fantastic eastern cuit; she had been an ardent oulja devotee Let us and a student of spiritism. She abandoned one mysticiam only to embrace another, Her sensitive mind was easily Impressed by the fascination which Gerteis could ex orelse when it served his purpose The purpose was to make him: self the son-iniaw of the Hon, James D. Lorimer, munitions maker and multimillionaire; as such, he would be above. suspicion, he would enjoy a certain security, he fancied. At the time of her marriage, Chrys had not met Jorian Spencq And except for Jordan Spence, i think my sister-in-law would bave cared jittle whether she was @ spinster, wife or widow, Bhe possessed etery material thing dear to the heart of woman. No human being walked the earth more free thanf this lovely young woman. She would have been perfectly happy except for Jorian Spence-—except for Love! Her hasty marriage to Certeis was to her like a stene fn a drama of which she was the heroine. Her own experiences amused her. Hor life was like a plot, the de. nouement of which she could not Hor wealth, her leisure guess, gave her unlimited opportunities to star in her part Chrys would have been doe Mehted with her role—except for But to his amaze | Spence. She, who could have been | “Blo was as much a slave to love as 1, Bob Lorimer’s Jealous little wife! Love accounted for the complex! ties of her character and the con- tradictions In her conduct; Just so, love accounted for poor me! Our tramp over the Lorimer extate that balmy spring morning ended rather abruptly. We had wandered t& the most secluded seo tion of the park when I noticed that Chrys was wearing her won dertul sapphire ring. Certeis had given it to her for a wedding ring, it was a treasure, he had guar anteed it to bring her good Inck! The stone was consplenously valu able, rich loot for a hishwayman More than once I had fancled that 1 had heard a twig snap on the other side of the wall which sep- rhinoa, hip- 1 like him to For a juicy steok, let's go Boldt's. Advertisement, Girls! Girls! Save Your Hair With Cuticura tespaoninreyciaeceneet antiny Ss Caught With the Goods free and happy, in spite of Certeis, | t HOW COULD 1 { WHEN HE Wi THERE TD MAVE IT IN “YW BACK @ MY LEAD So T COD SEE ME AUTOS LA sr i; THE CRAZY QUILT 1 NEARLY RAW OVER Him! VA KNOW Wusoe TD Mave IT FINGER So T COD UT IT IN A KNOT WOLE AN’ SEE y/ Ort MUN LOVE WITH APPLE AS EVERY BODY _HNOWS, AND THOUBH | CHERIS1 LEMON DRUPS \LOVE YOU MORE THAN THOSE * — E) Hay n See ‘€ THE WUT BROS- cues “We T1T- FOR-TAT’ WUD SPLASHER® farated the Lorimer and Miller acres. 1 was uneasy, as nervous |as a deer which feels itself tracked by a hunter. (To Be Continued) | BY. 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