The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 9, 1921, Page 9

i j ina | s | 6 3 | @8t the whole house. GRATEFUL. mrents Refuse to Allow} Daughter to Entertain Friends in Her Home—}| She Comes to Cynthia} ~ for Solution. | Pear Miss Grey: I am an Inter- reader of your columns and you will help me solve the fol- ing problem ‘Tam a girl of 19 and have taken Dusiness course, Most of my time Wevoted to study, However, I en good time and going! ¢ schoo! friends. To strongly object. This | me town and I have recetved my education here; therefore, many good, true friends} company I enjoy. But this ts denied me. Grey, this makes life seem so ty and sad for me, and at times ome so down-hearted I feel as there is no sunshine left in this world. The friends I refer to are a very refined type and their would be hard to find. But I not invite any of them to my ‘This makes everything so em- ing for me, because Iam sure Wy wonder why they are never in- fed, Should I tell them about the cumstances at home, or shall I tinue to keep it a dark secret? When in thetr company I feel so py sometimes when I think of congenial thelr homes are, com- “pared to mine, I love my father and | Mother and try to do my best for) 7 But how happy I should be | 1 cou Id have the pleasure of hay- | fn company at home once in awhile! ‘What shall I do? | I have a very good boy friend) i friendship I value. But never | he come to my home. Should fim this? Miss Grey, please me and give me advice as to 1 shall do, I thank you with heart YOUR ADMIRER. that every father and moth- | the world might read this let-| * n of the longing of youth. pt it might take them back @ long stretch of time when Dhey were in their ‘teens and they! Would de less flinty-hearted. What can I say to help this young! grit It ts usclOss to argue that) 3 people are better off at Rome | “@th their work or their books tn- stead of indulging in the follies of | AN work and no play makes og duli boy—and tnevitadly, de. gpite core/ul parents’ training, youth falls to youth. And youth will gririgic with youth, If they are not itted to in the home, they will compantonship elsewhere. Whee ts will open their homes to their son's or daughter's friends; de- come interested in them, and thus be grepared to sudfly influence them as the ones who will make good com or otherwise. To thie particular girl I would say: Bhow this letter and answer to your Parents; cet thelr arguments; find @ut why they refuse to let you enter- x tala your qolll ‘be interested and watting to hear m you again, Sincerely, cynTuth GREY. Married Man én Need of Work Dear Miss Grey: I was in hopes ‘that 1 could find a job without ead you, but I have failed, and have tried hard, too, so I hope thru columns I may get in touch someone that can use my ser- vices. ‘ I need employment badly. My wife ‘Will be confined soon. I am behind our payment on our home, and and grocery bill. IT tell you it's disgusting to go out @ecking employment and have « Woman with a wedding ring on tell You your services are not required; that’s what has happened dozens of times within the last month, I'm American thru and thru and not nm starvation will make a bol- out of me. ‘I have had a little experience in Office work, can drive a truck and can do anything just so there ts a Hing in it. I am an ex-service man with an honorable discharge, but Gon't expect that to give me prefer- ence over a civilian if he needs em- ployment as I do. ‘Please publish this, Misa Grey, and If anyone has a job for me, have them teil you and you can notify me. Thank you. TL I have this man’s name and ad- dress and will be glad to give it to Peaponsible parties who can help him eut of his difficulties eee Who'll Give Remedy for Snoring Husband? Dear Miss Grey: My husband Stores terribly at times, and it just makes me miserable and wakes our baby. He ts anxious to avoid snor- ; but so far, the remedy the doc- suggested has fot helped. Please me what can be done. It fs no use to move to another Féom because it can be heard thru- know of one person who was etely broken of the habit when ¢ awakened him every time sored. if your husband lies on is back while he sleeps, this may be,the cause of it. Advine him to try to sleep on hia right side, He may have some bone or tisaue obstruction ta his nose, or polyps or adenoids. Wé should ve thoroly examined by 2 specialist. For a juicy steak, Boidt’s. —Advertinement, Ereed Erom Torture Eatonic Cleared His Up-Set Stomach “The people who bave seen me oafler tortures from neuralgia brought 8 by an up-set stomach bow see ne Coorg and well—sbeclutely ue to nic,” writes B. Lon, it by Mr. Lon b ir stomach in tion, fresh and cool, and silments phat come from an acid co: dition. lc brings relief by tak- up and carrying out the excess scidity and gases—does it quickly, Take an Katonic after eating and wonderfully it beips you. B'g box conte only a trifle with your drug: ias’s euarantes. y ’ ‘ y wrAdvertivement, let's go to Jone, “and the broken rushes where the car | friends in your home. 1) htm: A Bachelor Husband BY RUBY M, AYRES Copyright, 1921, by W. J. Watt & Co, T o'clock be} the little heap of letters on the smoking room table, and from sheer restlessness he took them up and opened them one by | A bill—@ note from a man asking him to play golf—a letter in Miss Chester's writing, sent back from | Scotland, and a note without @ stamp, Ho was about to throw the last Uetiessly aside as of no interest, | when he recognised Feathers’ writ ing. Dear Chrie—I rang you this morning but they seid you were out, so f it~ tn And ending this aot want you to get It only knows In w have found oureet did my best to 80 you will) w this te the end of our friendsnip, and thra my fault we te that 1 thy . Dut perhaps egmes to Chris never knew what happened | during the next hour, He only came to himself again as he was ss ke 4 madman thru the darkening night, the cool breeze stinging al | the | face. Twice he took the wrong road, and} had to turn back, cursing and pray ing, and almost sobbing in his fear. | It Was then that he heard steps running up the road toward him, | and a man's voice calling thru the mist and darkness. Ho started the car again tmpa tlently, but as he did so @ man’s figure came out of the gloom into the uncertain light of his lamps. — | “There's a car in the river. . ./ For God's sake, sir, come. It's a mile from the lock and not @ soul nearer! Lost the road tn this mist they must have done.” He read refusal in Chris’ face, and he broke out again passionately, “Oh, for God's sake, sir! There's a woman tn it Chris hesitated no longer. He caught up a strap which lay at the bottom of the car and, dragging a) lamp from its hook, ran back along | the road with the man. | They were at the water's edge! now and'holding the lamp low down, they ‘could see the wheel tracks thru | the damp, short grass on the bank had taken its plunge. The river was deep there, but if it had been half the depth the danger would have been almost as great, for| Chris knew that the car would, tn all probability, have turned over had it Deen going even at a moderate speed. He flung off his coat and. making a cup of his hands, shouted into the darkness: “Hullo! Hullo Chris caught up the strap. He fastened one end round his waist and fave the other to the man, who | stood shaking and helpless beside “Herel Take this, and don’t let it go! I'm going In!” He took the plunge thru the dark ness blindly. He groped around desperately, | cursing the darkness, and his fingers caught tn the soft silkiness of a woman's hair. Twisting it anyhow about his wrist and arm so she could not slip| from him, he turned for the bank again, guided by the strap which still held. ‘There were several figures there now, and a lantern flashed @ bright light Into his face as willing hands dragged him ashore with his burden. Someone came to his help, but he waved him away. “I'm all right—there’s another out there—a man, I think.” Presently he struggled to hie feet. The mist seemed to have risen a lit tle, and above It @ pale moon gleamed faintly down on the ailent rivet. A gtoup of men were bending over the figure of a girl lying on the bank ——the girl he had pulled from the water, Chris supposed. Then he gave & great cry of agony and fell on his knees beside her, clutching her limp body with desperate hands, for the girl was his, own wife—Marie Celeste. CHAPTER XXIV. They took Marie back to the Yel- low Sheaf Inn, carrying her on a rough stretcher made of a broken gate, covered with coats, and Chris walked beside her, holding her hand in his, A doctor had come from Somer ton, and they took her away from him upstairs, and shut the door, The woman who kept the inn came tp to him as he stood on the landing outside her room and tried to persuade him to come away and change his wet clothes. “It's no use everyone getting 1,” she scolded. “If the poor dear in there wants you, you won't be in « fit state to go to her.” She had struck the right note, and Chris went off obediently to change his clothes, Feathers was dead—he knew that now—but as yet had not been able to realize it. He knew that down on the river bank men were still searching for him—unsuccessfully It was a horrible thought He knew he would never be able to rid himself of the feeling of those slimy reeds and rushesthat had tried to drag him down with them. Supposing Marie died, too! He gripped his arms above his heart as if to still the ible pain that was rending him. He did not deserve that she should live, he knew. His face was ashén when presently her door opened and the doctor came out “It's all right,” he eaid. “She'll be all right—thanks to you. Shock to the system, of course, but"—be wave an exclamation of concern as Chris swayed—"you'd better come downstairs and let me prescribe for you,” he said bluntly, “No, you can't see your wife yet. That face of yours would only make her worse.” He would not allow Chris to ser her that night. My dear chap, listen to reason,” urged, when ‘Chris objected you want to kill her outright? Very well, then, do as T say.” He hesitated, then asked you with her—in the car? “No” — Chris’ votee shook — “my friend was with her,” he added, turning his face away. Chris followed him to the door. “hnd—my wife? You are sure “Were WHAT ARE YOU uPP You GeY To 660! . SEATTLE STA DOING BACK DADDV Wi SOME WORK ‘TD DO (ISN'T THAT GOOD CANDY, SLIM Page Danny Tries to DADDY, WHA’ TIME 1S IT VA WANT ME To SUOW Vou A TRKKF GIMME A PIECE 334 MORE HOTEL-KEFPERS “Tell me some more, daddy,” David begged. one. Think up another one.” “Bil Law was only “Captain Seymore writes of the one at Port told him. “He says he remembers Jack Pugh was the keeper of the hotel at that point “The hotel at Port Discovery was larger than the one at Dun- geness; it had a kitchen and din ing room and rooms upstairs which were used for strangers to sleep tn. “Jack was a huge, broad-chest- od, heavily built fellow from Nova Scotia. He was so big that he Just missed being a giant, and when he spoke !t made one elther laugh or jump with surprise, for 5, ot this great brawny man ere came a little high-pitched, squeaky voice, “Captain Seymore sald tt made him think of an clephang with a moune’s squeak, - “People said this fellow was a deserter from the English navy, but those who knew him found him @ good sort of kindly fellow and he had lots of friends. “Once a stranger came to the rie Discovery,” daddy that one very well. hotel, ate his dinner and was told how to find his room upstairs. “He went up alone and very soon returned and told Jack tat | the bed tm that room had not | been changed and was too dirty to aleep In. “Jack looked amazed, and rails ing his big eyebrows, he looked down at the stranger and equeak- ed, ‘Dirty? Dirty? You say that bed Js dirty? You are some strange man! Why, friend, more'n « hundred men have slept In that bed and you're the very first one to complain.” “He was so funny with’his big body and his squeaky votce, hiv | carelesaness and his good humor that folks never got angry with him. “One day he took his little boy to Victoria with him. The littie fellow was fascinated with a monkey he saw. He had never | seen one before and he thought it wan a queer sort of child. “Papal he cried, ‘Papa, look at him. Who you ‘spose he ts? ie ver mind, eon,’ squeaked | Big Jack. ‘Niver you mind. That's one of your cousins on your mother’s nide, lad.’ (To Be Continued) toe OPV aS Wass fe) afte, TWINS “The villun,” said Flippety-Flap. Mr, Seal went on to tell Mra. Seal about the circus he had been in be- fore he married her. “There's another creature in It called @ clown,” said Mr, Seal, “Anything like a man?’ asked Mrs. Beal. “Something, Only he's cove: with spqs, and he doesn't alwe stand up on his hind filppers, Some times he walks all around on his front ones, and usually he has a pig to ride, or a donkey or a Billy goat.” “What's a pig?” asked Mrs, Seal “A horrible creature, with @ tail like @ letter Q," answered her hus band patiently. “Does he eat fish? “He eats anything.” “What's a donkey?” “Another horrible creature with a voice like—like--a voice liké—a very unpleasant voice.” “And a Billy goat?’ “A monster like a battering ram, Hix head is made of stone with two sharp things on top.” “Ig that all the things in a er quite sure?” he asked in agony “Quite sure... She wants rest of course but t's been a most won derful escape.” He hesitated, “They haven't found the other poor fellow yer?” he asked. “No” He saw the grief in Chris’ face, and held out his hand. “You did your best, it was a gal cus?” asked Mra, Seni. y, no, I haven't begunf And then Mr. Seal told her of the horrible \for he told her they were horrible) creatures like the elephants, giraffes, camoln andSwhat not, “Besides,” said Mr. Beal, to piteh fire." “What is fire?” asked Mrs. Seal. “It's like the sun,” said her hus- band. "They threw a little mun at |me and I had to catch it on my nose jand throw it to one of my friends,” 1 Mrs, Beal, “it's a “IT had didn't that the torch had a long safe handle by which he could grab It, and that he was rewarded by having several fine fat fish tossed at him, “LI don't think TI should like a clreus,” faltered Mra, Seal, Mr, Seal chuckled “The villun!’ whiapered Filppety | Flap to Nancy and Nick been Hetenin 3ut sure ag two and two's four, m back.’* ontinued) lant thing—gotng Into the river like that—in the darkness, They would both have gone but for you.” | (Continued Monday) | i "| - STUDY WITH AN-EXPERT ry fusion They had | CAN DO ANYTHING, CANTCHA? ALL QiguT NEDE'S TH’ CANDY. CAN YA, MONEST, ? ye Wr Wy) ah calif . ie | Hf Be Agreeable OH DADDY! iT’ ! S RAINING. pe Q Me Yon ” HE'LL BE SORRY 1 BY ALLMAN I'M GOING TO, DADDY ! | of a Bride Copyrighted, 1921, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association HIDE-AND-SEEK IN A CELLAR I knew perfectly well who held the end of that string. Now that Katherine, my enemy. wan almost caught, now that my huaband’s falthiensnéss was about to be disclosed, my “body grew weak. But as my strength dwin-| died, my mind became alert. | The two whom we pursued must have heard us coming. If they had nothing to conceal, why had they retreated? More than once I fancied that| Spence was alert, that he realized that somebody was fleeing before us, farther and deeper into the underground labyrinth, It was a game of nd-seek. My happiness was the trophy! “There are others down here! sald Spence as we descended the JANE’S BOOK | | | ! | steps of a mub-cellar. Daddy Lorimer shook his head, but I spoke softly: | “There are two! The woman ts Katherine Miller! the man is my) husband! They are trying to keep out of sight!” “Jane, you're crazy! Daddy ex claimed. “Yon'll see! You'll seer I re peated in a monotone which might well have been the. voice of a crazy | woman. “Follow the string—we must) nettle this now! Daddy moved as fast as his lameness permitted. “How could Katherine know about! this hole? She couldn't,” he per- sisted. “Jane, girl, wake up! You're dreaming™ “I—I—hope som I stammered. For the first time 1 thrilled with hope, Daddy's doubt made me think that I vas mistaken. / When I considered probabilities calmly, I couldn't see how efther Katherine or Bob could know about the cavern. We might be following thieves! There must be a guard for that priceless store of wines. If so, where was he hiding? Suddenty my hope ing my hushand wns blasted. I percetved how Katherine Miller easily could have dome by the mystery of the maze beneath Cor. teis’ flower beds. And why she could enter as easily as I! In Mexico, months ago, that handsome Spaniard, Certels’ friend, had fallen in love with Katherine. Before that, he had plotted and in- trigued splendidly to reestablish the rule of certain Spanish aristocrats in Mexico, That was in war time. Germany wns back of Nim. Ger man victory had meant that he would make himself a little kaiser ruling in the treasure house of the world, When the plot came to naught he had fied to the mountains, had led bandits and rebels, had held Katherine for ransom—and had fallen in love with her! It never occurred to me that Katherine might know of the trove of gems under the grand founjain. (To Be Continued) SEPIA PORTRAIT SPECIAL One dozen dainty Photographs, specially priced at ssssesess James & M 700 Eitel Bldg. not find 2nd at Pike Cuticura Soap —The Healthy — [Caticura Seep shaves without mng. Rverywhere Bie. 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