The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 8, 1921, Page 15

* - t Cynthia wyrey Man and Wife Interest- ed in “Back - to-the- Farm” Movement, Rid- iculed-by Friends. Dear Miss Grey: We are one of LWncle Sam's vast army of families Ewho depend on our living from day @ay by an uncertain trade, My band works in driving rain or * or snow and we realise that he Wucky to have that work, for, look all around us, there are others ho have not had work. Woe are Pmanaging three meals a day, but onder how they live at all. We are ays in a state of fear that in case sickness we will not be prepared. My husband wants to go on & feels that ho can at least do well asx in the city. I believe that Inkes years of practice to make Miving on a farm; but also believe t these years can be abridged by : and close observation, using a basis for study, government Dooks. These views of mine seem to have Het with ridicule from a few rela tives and friends, who claim that Pbooks will not be of assistance to P seem to think we will have! to out and blindly make one blun er after another to learn, What | do you think? : NOT DISCOURAGED. I like your nom de plume; stick to and you will eventually come out on top of those who now vidi @ you. are so terribly afraid of mak- 3 false step often that we refuse Df do even that which we can. ‘ene is going to criticize us, possidly ‘Pidicule our method or action. It's a mighty good thing that Co- gdumdus was not imdued with this Belf-comsciousness. Else America Dmight Rave remained in the un- own much longer. How fortunate Marconi, Bell, Edison, Nurbank, and Livingstone never al- the thought of a possible false to keep them dack from t. Else how much nar- the scope of modern knowl- and utilities would de You can do what anyone else has ‘ever done if you act about it in an intelligent manner and a grim de- termination to win. The people who scoff at governmental research dis Play nothing more than their ignor- ‘ence. Of course this reading material will prove of much value to you. You do not necessarily have to 90 out on a piece of ground to try to make good at farming with the han- ‘ | dicap of inexperience. Many hun- dreds of thousands of persons are Becoming independent farmers under acientific methods nowadays You may buy 2 tract of land on a demon- stration farm, under which plan you weceive the guidance and help of ez- perts. _ Farming should be a much more | puccessful profession now than in days, and our ancestors, the i i | qrajority of them, derived their ez- dstence from tilling the soil, Today may have for the asking help and from county aoriculturtsts, -| would wander away; then presently an instrument that has only one reed out either valves or key? BABE. No; ali conditions for producing music are gone. One sound only would be produced, corresponding to the length of the tube. About — Arithmeti¢ Dear Miss Grey: Who invented arithmetic and when” F.G. The time and the inventor are not known. Ancient Egyptians and Babylonians had some form of this acience. The notation in use at pres- ent, which consists of combining 10 digits according to a simple position system, originated with the Hindus, was transmitted to the Arags, and came to the knowledge of Europeans chiefly thru the labors of Leonardo of Pisa, about 1200 A. D. ‘The United States received $40,000, 000 in foreign gold during March BAD BREATH Dr. Edwards’ Olive Tablets Get at the Cause and Remove It ¥ Dr. Edwards’ Olive Tablets, the sub- stitute for calomel, act gently on the tively do the work. licted with bad breath find ick reef through Dr. Edwards’ Olive ‘ablets “he sant, -coated tablets a. ‘aken for bad breath by all who krk ° them. Dr. Edwatds’ Olive Tablets act gen- tly but firmly on the bowels and liver, stimulating them to natural action, clearing the blood and gently purifying! the entire system. They do that which ous calomel does without any of the bad after effects. All the benefits of nasty, sickening, iping cathartics are derived from Br Edwards’ Olive Tatas, wn fore ing, painor any disagreeable effects. *F. fe Edwards discovered the formula after seventeen years of prac- tice among patients afflicted with bowel and liver complaint, with the attendant bad breath. Olive Tablets are purely a vegetable' compound mixed with olive oi; you will know them by their olive color. one or two every night for a week bd note the effect. 15¢ and Wc, By THRee GENERATIONS we! Cannot dear the thought that some-| A Bachelor Husband BY RUBY M. AYRES Copyright, 1921, by W. J. Watt & On (Continued From Yesterday) Feathers stood at the window and Ustened to his steps dying away down the street. It was the end of their friendship, he knew, and Uae knowledge cut him to the heart. He waited till 10 o'clock the follow. img morning and rang Chris on the | phone. | The servant who answered ft said that Mr. Lawteas had gone out. “And Mra, Lawless? Feathers asked. “She has gone out, too—for the Gay,” she mid. It was impossible to stop her now. | He would have to go and meet her, as they bad arranged las night. | He had told her to meet him at a Mttle inn on the Oxford road. He had arranged to drive the car down in the evening and take her away! Twice during the morning he rang Chris aguin, but each time he was still out, and finally Feathers wrote to him. He sent the note by a boy who | lived in the house, and went round to the garage to fetch his car. If Marte had gone to the inn eartter |than Feathers had told her, there was still time to tell her the truth and take her back home. It was only 4 o'clock when he | reached the inn, but Marte was not/ | there. He supposed he could hardly have expected her to be, seeing that | he had not told her to meet him until 8 that evening. } He never knew how he got thru the long hours. He could not keep still far a moment. In and out he wandered, looking up and down the long road by which she must come, |* Had anything happened to her? He thought he should go mad with | | dread. He paced back into the inn ja verhaps the clock was wrong | ir. Dakers.” said a timid voice, jand he turned slowly to find Marie beside him. CHAPTER XXII Feathers’ reliet was so great that jat first he could not speak, and she went on tremulousty “I've been here ever so long, walk ing up and down the road. Sho} cast a timid gtance behind her. “I| saw you"—she went on almost whis- | pering. “But I was afraid. I thought oh, I thought so many dreadful ings.” He could see how she was trembling. and he took her hand into a warm clasp. “Oh, I am so glad to | de with you,” she said passionately. He drew her into the parlor, clos ing the door. Feathers put Marte Into a chatr and stood beside her. “Chris came to my rooms last night | —after . . . after you had gone.” She looked up with terrified eyes. “Chris!” Feathers stood up, so that his big figure was between her and the door. “He is coming here—this evening —to take you home,” he said. For an instant she stared at him jwith ashen face; then she gave a Uttle stifled scream. | “It wag never the truth that he| married you for your money,” he leaid. He said it over and over again, | trying to drive it home to her. Sha looked s@ dazed and white, almost ike a sleepwalker who had been roughly aroused. “I alone am to blame,” he insisted, quietly. “But for me Chris would have found out from the first that he loved you . . . Oh, Marie, try and understand, dear—try and under- stand.” Feathers went on talking to ber and she tried to listen, tried to keep ber thoughts concentrated, but they —after a long while it seemed—he lifted her to her feet, and she heard him say that Chris could not be coming now after all, that it was too late—that it was past 9 o'clock. She laughed because he seemed s0 Gstressed. . “I knew he wouldn't come,” she said, but It did not seem to matter. She let him help her into the car— the same car in which she had ridden with him happily so many times be fore. She wished she could feel that happiness now, but her heart felt ail dead and cold. CHAPTER XXIII Chris had gone out that morning without seeing either Miss Chester or his wife. He told himself that he had no wish to see Feathers any more, and yet it was with the sneaking hope that he would find him there that he went to the club after having mooned about the Westend all the morning. He made a pretense of lunch, and drank three whiskies and sodas, which made bim feel quarrelsome, and he had just decided that he| would hunt up Aston Knight and tell him what he thought of him, when one of the waiters came to him in the smoking room. “If you please, «ir, you are wanted on the ‘phone; very urgent, if you please.” It was Mist Chester's maid, Grey. son, who answered his impatient huflo, and his heart seemed to stop | beating as he could hear the distress in her voice. “It's Miss Chester, str! She was all right when I called her this morning, but when I went up again. . .” Chris caught his breath with a sob | of relief. Only Aunt Madge! Thank God nothing was wrong with Marie. He hung up the receiver and sent for a taxi. He was home in less than 10 minutes, to find the doctor's car at the gate. He ran up the steps hastily and was met by Greyson, who was crying bitterly. “Well, how is she?” he asked. | “She's dead, sir,” she told him, sobbing. “She was dead when I | phoned you. I tried to tell you on the phone, but you wouldn't let me.” The housekeeper was sobbing | quietly. Chris looked at her. “Where's— my wife?” he asked in a whisper. “I don’t know, sir, she went out most directly after breakfast. Oh, the poor lamb, It will break her heart.” | (Continued Tomorrow) iP \ri a a my 1 |Governor Wreck’s |: | Victim Is Buried | Funeral services for Mra. Lucy W.| Washburn, drowned with her two lit-| © ughters on the steamship Gov- |r were held Thursday at the!» Watson Company's chapel. | STUDY WITH AN-EXPERT n cr | ¢ | { ernor nney ja | 1 |my twenty e8Gllege "tis WELL*GOOO MOQNING TAGALONG «COME AND EAT YOUR BOEAKFAST NOW — “The stranger looked doubtful,” dadd@y continued, “and hesitated, = Ol4 Bill motioned him toward the shack, and maid, ‘Go right in, stranger, ye'll find it all jewt as I tell ye, and ye can cook it to sult yourself.” “Well, the stranger went off alone, found the ‘hotel’-—just a Uitte enestory, rough wooden shack. Ho went in at the open door, made up the fire in the fire place, and did finally get his own dinner.” David broke In with, “I'll bet he @id feel funny all right, snooping around In « strange place that. Go on, daddy, what did the queer hotel keeper do then when it got to be time for his dinner?” | “I don't know, son. I think the chances are he also ‘cooked it to sult himself.’ “After they had both eaten, the guest stood around waiting for the strange host to show him to his room. You see, there was no register, no bell boy to carry bis, bags, no clerk to answer ques tions; nothing but this queer Bill Law, who said he was the hotel keeper, but who seemed so unwill- ing to tell him anything. "I wonder what I will do for @& place to sleep,’ the stranger thought. He walked about the room in which the fire still burn. ¢d and in which the smoke from @ <4 “Tl tell you all about it,” said Mr. Seal No, Mr. Seal had decided to settle down and have a quiet home and ty. marry a hundred wives and have a thourand children, and he didn’t like |it a bit when Mra, wife he had chosen) »: al (the first d would he lease to tell her all about the circus ¢ used to be in. By and by Mr. Seal said, “All ight, my love, I'll tell you all about And he began “First of all a elrous te owned by creature called a man,” tend My Article tm Saturday's Star WE BOTH WIN I'am now devoting entire time t dental practice ing now nerve people here years, good by’ doing w that | ade ental an war I making my antes Koo" do not compete yentists, nor do To} ocketh you eraa- jon. 1 give two dollars’ worth of tal work for every doliar I re ive save a dollar, | make dollar, interests @re| nutual i} n_evenings til with Cheap ate | on your and Sun for. people who worke 30 ‘WIN J. BROWN, D. like | ADVENTURES OF THE Clive Roberts HE TALKED “Ro LOUD | COULDNT HE GAVE GOOD POINTERS To MARRIED MEN ! ANY BREAK the frying bacon stil lingered, put his hands in his pockets, took [them out again, cleared his throat, and at last got up his courage to speak again, “It tm very late,’ he mid, ‘If | you will show me to my room I | think I should Uke to go to bed.’ | “"Weeett’ @rawted mil, ‘1 | guess you can have Old Yank's bed! Again the guest waited, | waited a long time. It was in- deed very late and he was very tired. “"WItl yon tell me,” he asked timidly, ‘just where I can find | Yank's bed? | “BUI got up slowly and went to the door. Waving a fat hand out im the darkness, he maid, ‘Any where between bere and Sequim pPeawie “"Yank® was s wandering, worthless fellow “who came to | BU Law's hotel sometimes, and | Yank’s bed was anywhere where he happened to get sleepy—be side a log, among the ferns, on |the beach, anywhere, | “And that was all the hotet had | to offer to a stranger, for a foom jand bed.” David didn't quite know | whether this was a funny story jor mad one, but daddy's eyes | twinkled, so he decided that when is man came pioneering things like that and men Uke Old Bill were “all in the day’s work.” whe TWINS Bartan “Man?* repeated Mrs. Seal eager "What does it look like?’ | “Well,” sald Mr. Seal, “something | |like our cousin, the walrus, on ac- |count of having a bristly mustache, | jbut not always. Sometimes a man |looks more like our other cousin, the sea-lion, because long hair grows all over the top of its head, Then it's called a lady.” “Is a ly pretty?’ asked Mrs. Seal. “It la depen ” said Mr, Seal thoughtfully. © seen ‘em ail dressed in shiny things a sailing around thru the air over my head, {jumping from one rope to another, and they were the loveli—" Mr. Seal d suddenly, “What was I say “You were talking about pretty pink things,” nodded Mrs. Seal, “I |forgot what you called them | Mr. Seal blinked. to be so forgetful of himself and say | that anything about a. circus was |nice. “They were awful creature: he remarked, scowling fiercely. {Scare you to death!” he declared. MOM~ MY STUMMIK ACHES. }left end of the threshold. He hadn't meant | Trew OUT Some YES, AMO VL BET He’S STULL SINGLE! e HOW LONG HAS IT ACHED, DEAR? FAST Confeasions of a _ Bride Coprrighted, 1921, by the Newspaper Enterprise Amoctation JANE’S BOOK A MANSION’S MENACE “Jane, you'll have to get up early | tomorrow morning™ Daddy walked beside me as we followed Chrys and Spence out, “You'll have to come along with me and open up these stone doors for the secret service | It will take a corps of army men. engineers to do the work without) your “I'll be ready, Daddy dear! You've lgtven me an idea Keep together,’ everybody, Stand in the passage! I want to show you something” I rtood on the threshold of the door, facing them. I felt along the narrow board with the heel of my oxford. I pressed down the extreme It worked as of old! Bricks cemented firmly together and fastened to a strong back, slid out of the side of the en trance as if by magic, came together in the middie, fitted exactly, and jclosed up the wall, “Py Jingo?’ exclaimed Spence. “You see how easily one might get shut in, so be careful,” war my warning. “"Twouldn't be logical to have springs on the inside,” Daddy com: mented. “There are different tricks at the 4ifferent doors. I don't know them all. Better nobody stays behind! 1 mid. “Treacherous as quicksand,” mut tered Daddy. “Sure we'll need you in the morning, little girlt” “All right,” again I agreed. “Funny place, this’ Daddy was/ talking to Spence. “A private park | in the middle of the business section. Certeis has owned it for 15 years. Wouldn't sell, Always improving it! ™ a bigger find than the pr’s diamonds, today. Improve! Huh! ‘The men talked on in a low voice. | I caught a word occasionally: “Uprising —revolution—scotched!" We wandered dee and approached the Daddy Lorimer stopped suddenly. | “What's this?” he growled. | Plainly it was a strong string, Ho! had tangled his dragging foot in it | Spe dd to relea him. He pulled it one way, then the other. It held firm; it disappeared around the cornera of the passa | “Might be a clew to the maze—a| guide by which somebody coming tn, | could find the w out swiftly!” | et's follow it!” I suggested. Il bet it goes straight to the wine vault,” ejaculated Daddy Gosh! I hope the thieves have left the ‘Moet-et-@handon! ” (To Be Continued) wine KILLRATS TODAY STEARNS’ ELECTRIC PASTE ft Mrs, Seal shive “You must | have been very brave!” she admired. | “Ob, just a trifle!’ Mr, Seal swell ed out his chest }_ “What do men look like?’ asked | Mra. Seal “A head aplece, four flippers, and |they stand on the hind ores, and | they can bend in the middle.” How awfull’ shuddered Mrs. WELL,| ENJOVED 1T Very mucH! SO DID Al WOMEN PANNED DONT FUSS WIHT MUSTARD PLASTERS! 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