The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 20, 1921, Page 9

Cynthia Grey Every Day's Work, Good or Bad, Has Its Rou- tine—Dispense With It Cheerfully and Attain What's Worth While in Life. BY CYNTHIA GREY Enthusiasm is half the batfle—It 2 more than half, No wonder we find the tasks of the day hard and Gistasteful when we go at them ina Ralf-Aearted wax We expect fatigue end dissatio- foction—and we get them. The very Took on our faces, the tone of our @oices, is enough to scare away de- Mont But we don't lke our work? It ts Rard end distasteful? We just can’t @rouse any enthasioem for uf Oh, 2 self, we can at least work for the of doing a distasteful task well, @f getting te the end of one more Gay. The troudle with many of as ts | count—tohen we think that we're @ Mittle better tae rest, end should Be more favored than this one or that, a We look at some one who has et- Beined some degree of success and | rug if t ; i F i ' 2 e é ! J Py Dear Mise Grey: What are the fen Wonders of today? ELLA. _ Wireless § telegraphy, telephone, @eroplane, radium, antiseptica and ‘@ntitorin, spectrum analysis, X-rays. [Authorities are not agreed on these Wonder: UF Most people lose halt of ev Batch, and seem to expect it. Chi cholera or white diarrhoea is the “trouble. The U. &. Government 5 agaee that over half the chicka 8 ed die from this cause. water will eave your chicks from all such 4! gases. Within 48 hours the sick ones be lively as Mrs. Wm. May, of eo, Ind, writes: “I was ing 15 chicks a day from dar- fore I received the Avicol. t lost = one since. ste nothing to try Aviool If n't find that it prevents and trols white diarrhoea, chick chol- nd all bowel dise of tell us and your money witl be ‘promptly refunded. Avicol is sold by ost Gruggiets and poultry remedy 4 580 (includ ekage by mall post- Co, 100 Cole is, Ind, war p and Talcum } 4 preteen eters rt M. A. Hansen, 40 Economy Market.— pee Sommi|!M, {there is in ti (Coprright, 1931, by Lita, Brows cea) (Continued From Yesterday) Bart introduced him to the men by the simple method of waving his hand at the group around the table and saying, “Guess you know the boys, What'd yuh say we could call |yunt , “DBud—ah—Birnte,” Bud answered, swiftly weighing the romantic idea of using some makeshift name until he had made his fortune, and decid ing against it But his hesitation served to convince every man there that Birnie was not his name, and that he probably had good cause for concealing his own. Adding that to Dirk Tracy's guess that he was from Jackson's Hole, the sum spelled outlaw. The Muleshoe boys were careful not to seem curious about Bud's Past They even refrained from manifesting too much interest tn the musical instruments until Bud him: |self took them out of their cases | that evening and began tuning them, Then the half-baked, tongue | ted fellow came over and gobbled at him eagerty. “Hen wants yuh te play some thing,” a man they called Day tn terpreted. “Hen's loco on music.” Bud smiled, picked up the guitar, tuned up the strings a bit, plucked & minor chord sonorously and be- gan abruptly: “Yo kin talk about you coons as havin’ trouble— Well, Ah think Ah have enougha of mah ohown—* “Tart, he's went and hired a show-actor, looks like,” Dirk con fided behind his hand to Shorty McGuire. “That's real ingin’, if yuh ask mem ' “Shut up! grunted Shorty, and Prodded Dirk into silence so that he would mis none of the song. Since Buddy had left the pink apron stage of his life behind him, singing songs to please other people had been as much @ part of bis life as riding and roping and eating and sleeping, Hoe had always sung oF played or danced when he was anked to do so—acceptiig without question his mother’s doctrine that it was unkind and ill-bred to refuse when he really could do those things well, because on the cattle Tanges indoor amusements were few, and those who could furnish real entertainment were fewer. Hig repertoire seemed endieas, He could sing from dark to dawn, providing his voice held out At midnight Bud biew on his biie tered fingertipe and shook the gub tar gently, bottomside up. “I guess that's all the music @arned thi night,” he lamented. “She's made to keep time, and she always strikes, along about midnight,” that, Hen followed Bud Pacifie ocean, mighty Takes In Jackson's Hole, and a lot uh country I know, I'm willin’ to tie to a man that can play the game the way you been playin’ it, Bud. Most always,” he complained vague ly, “they carry their brand plain.” “I'm here because I'm here,” Bud chanted softly, his eyes stubborn even while he smiled at Dirk. Dirk had said that no man ever got into trouble by keeping his mou'h shut. Bud closed his for a good ha’ hour, and when he opened [it again he undid all the good he had accom- plished by bis silence. “where does that trail ge’ that Gimbs up over the mountains back of that peak?” he asked. “Seems to be a stock trail. Have you got raz ing land beyond the mountains?’ Dirk took time to pry off a fresh chew of tobacco before he réplied. “You mean Thunder Pans? That there crosses over into the Black Rim colintry. Yeah—there’s a dig wide range country over there, but We don’t run any stock on it. Bur. roback valley’a big enough for. the Muleshoe.” Bud rofled a cigaret. “I didn't mean that main trail; that’s a wagon road, What I referred to is that blind trail that takes off up the can- yon behind the corrals and crosses into the mountains the other side of Gonpel.” Dirk eyed him. “I dunno’s I could my, right offhand, what trafl yuh |mean,” he parried. “Every canyon's got a trafl that runs up a ways. ‘They all lead up to water, or feed, jor something Ifke that, and then quit, most gen'rally.” And he added with heavy sarcasm, “A feller that’s lived on the range oughta know what trails is for, and how they’re made.” Stock had been over that caryon trafl within the last month or so, and Bud's inference that the Mule- shoe must have grazing ground across the mountains was natural. “How'd you come to b* explorin’ around Gospel, anyway?’ Dirk quizzed finally. “A person'd think, short-handed as the Muleshoe is this spring, 't you'd @t all the ridin’ yuh want without prognosticatin’ aroupd aimless,” Bud caught the emphasis which Dirk had placed on the word aim abdut it. Immediately, however, he laughed —at himself as well aa at Dirk. “We've been feeding on sour bread and warmedover coffee ever since the cook disappeared. You're bilioun, old-timer, No man would talk the leas his whole digestive apparatus were out of order.” (To Be Conctuded Tomorrow) Cute tost of drinking good coffee Xilent Blend, 1% Iba. 0c; 1 Ib., 35e. less, ‘There was something queer | way you've been talking today un-| EATTLE STAR TOM, SEE WHO THAT 13 AT THE BACK Door! ar Ory * Pool: & Ry bel Cleland» Page 343 A MOUNTAIN LION While the Mttle girts were twit taby story. were having @ tering over their Duvid and Guy talkfest more to the taste of two sturdy boys. Guy was mytng, “Did you know my papa used to live on Mount Raker? Well, be did. He lived with another man fn a log cabin about half way up the mountain aide “Tt was a lonesome piace to Bre, all right, and sometimes they just had to see somebody else. So they would go all the way down the steep slope to see & man who Itved at the very foot of the mountain, “One time they got up earty tn the morning and did thelr and went down to see this man. They got there about 10 o'clock and stayed til! 8 that after. noon. Then they bad to start| home so they could get there be fore dark. “You ses, % was awful hard etimbing; they scarcely could burry at all. “They hadn't gone very far when a little way behind them, between them and the other man's house, they heard the roar of a mountain lon! tat “They got afong an fast an they could, but no matter how fast they went, just about that fast went the Boa. “Then itt by ttle they realized that the thing was exin- ing on them—foot by foot, step by step, gxining, gaining— “We'll have one grand tumile }if he does overtake us,’ panted father. “Thee A! wit’ repfied his friend, agen not overtake us if 1 knt® mt Poelt—not with the cabin tA’ 4 cusea Wey made a record trip that fimA, Anyway, they did reach the cabin and got inside and fasten the door just as the Yon got thera “The lion was furtows at being shut away from his prey. He ctreled the cabin—hin long, snaky bedy twisting as he padded around, bis tafl twisting and twitching, his slant eyes gleam ing wickedty. “Around and around he prowl ed, then papa opened the window and gave him a dose of lead from hin rifle; be hit the lion in the shoulder and I guess he didn't Mike !t. He leaped away into the dark forest.” ore “What shall we do?” they asked the fairyman. Mr. and Mra. Monkey stood look- ing at the two cocoanuts under the bolo-bush. “Where's the nice white rice, Mr. Moon-Man?” called Mr, Monkey. Fippety-Flap now stepped into view from behind the round mirror, followed by the twina “Are you the MoonMan? asked Mra, Monkey in surprine, “You may call me what you wish,” answered Flppety-Plap. “These are my friends.” “But where's the rice? Flippety-Flap pointed to the co coanuts with the holes in the ends. Mr. and Mrs. Monkey each grav. bed a cocoanut and sniffed. “Great goldfish!¥ chortled, Mr. Monkey. “It's rice sure as anything! Then he and Mrs. Monkey stuck Albert Hansen Jeweler and Silversmith \ NOW LOCATED 1518 Second Ave. their fista in quickly thru the holes and grabbed a handful apiece A great, big, large, round handful—all they could hold. But when they tried to pull their hands out all dow bled up, ‘n all, they wouldn't come! “Lago! criea Mr. Monkey. “Leggo, yourself!” cried Mrs. Mon- key. But neither of them ecsuld er would or did let go “What shall we do™ they begged the fairyman. Fippety-Fiap smiled, Things were going exactly as he had planned and he was quick to answer, “Hold on tight. If you let go, the rice will likely get away. I've got a friend |in a circus that—" “What!” cried both monkeys tn |amazement. “A ctrous! We don't jwant to go back to the circus.” | “Let me fintsh,” said Flippety- |Flap calmly. “A friend who has a big hammer and he can get your hands out in @ jiffy so you can get | | the rice.” | Mr. and Mra Monkey were |thoughtful. “If we go can we have goldfish for lunch?” asked Mr. Mon- |key finally. | “And @ mirror?” Mrm Monkey said quickty. | “Certainly,” nodded Fuppety-Fap. l“The Fairy Queen will see to that.” | “AN right,” agreed the monkeys. “Let's hurry” | (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, N. K. A, No Use for It YOU SEEM To BE BADLY SCARED OF THE STORM , SO VOu BETTER Say Confessions of a Bride Copyrighted, 1971, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association DADDY GUESSES RIGHT “Bpenes, you take care of the fret manf” Bob leaned acrom to whisper. “4 AN eyes were fixed upon the French window, from which came another snap. Then the giass door swung Siowly toward. It ehilie me to set down the fact in words Kath- ertne and I were stricken as dumb a» Chrys while we awaited the coming | of the robber, | A man's head appeared tn the win dow, then hin silhouette was vaguely outlined, and then—« shot rang out The robber staggered back from the window, turned and fell outside of the house, j He had fallen—and the shot had not been fired by anyone within the room! ‘ | We did net mnderetand. Spence | got up, moved along the wall, pushed the French window tight, and) locked tt. } ‘Then we gathered In a group tn the! | middie of the room and consulted in | whispers. No one had fired a shot “The beaiogers—are besieged! That is my guem,” Waid daddy. | “But by whom?" asked Bob, No | body could venture a reply. { For a few minutes all wae stiti,| then suddenly shot after shot rang out, something whizzed thru a win-| dow near me. Bob ordered us girly to Me fiat. ! 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