The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 23, 1921, Page 9

JATURDAY, APRIT, 28, 1921. Cynthia rey Has the Flapper the Edge on the More Conserva- tive Type of Girl With the Young Man Who Is able Company? Dear Miss Grey: “Grace HL" ts Fight We “nice” girls are “fed" from otr infancy on the sume brand @f soothing syrup.” “Re good my @hild; the right man will come along Bome day.” That myth might have Worked in the day of our mothers or Srandmothers, but it is out of date Row. You've got to show us A girl striving to live up to the high- @at ideals when young men so ob Viousiy prefer the Mappers? Many well-educated, wolldressed, dlooking girls, lovers of outdoor LJ Sports and holding or capable of j holding good positions, very seldom “step” simply because they never have the chance to xo with congenial | young men. ‘They disdain fitrting, go tn strong for some profession or trade, work > but always by themsetves. Where is the young man who Wants a pal who loves — hiking. danc good books and P things tha’ pointed out as being : Worth while? My 21 years of experience have al Most convinced me that “such ani Mals are extinct.” | Why the double standard, boys? If you really admire the “nice” girl As you have breesed about why ¢ Fou neglect her so entirely? eee Parents Choose Husband Dear Miss Grey: Have & mother @nd father the right to snatch their @aughter’s happiness before b @yes? Let me explain. Eight years T met him at is, we went to pol together and grew up togeth- P Up to the time I was 16 he was treated as my brother. Then I knew That he meant much more than that When I was 17, he proposed, and 1, thinking how my folks had always treated him, how mother always de Pended on some little errand of his, ow she praised him, how wel! she ‘poke of him, naturally accepted. But now comes the tragic When I told my folks at Rearly caused an earthquake, and Simply because he ts not of my Own nationality. Miss Grey, this B boy is good; they have admitted it Rhemseives, and as long as I've [ Kaown him he gas proved a useful prove @ valuable fn assisting to o love problem, come to some conclu- are wise in refusing to an you have no love for, your parents respect the perhaps time will soften hearts toward him eee of esident Harding's 3 Cabinet Members : | Dear Miss Grey: Of what na- tonality and what religion are the “yarious members of President Hard- fing’s cabinet? INTERESTED. Their religious affiliations ere os fotos: Secretary of State, Charies E. Mughes, Baptist; cretary of Treasury, Andrew W. < » Presbyterian ; B Beeretary of War, John W. Weeks, Unitarta: Presbyterian; Beeretary of Navy, Edwin Denby, any church. Becretary of Agricultare, Henry C. ‘allace, United Presbyterian; etary of Commerce, Herbert '» Quaker ; _Becretary of Labor, James J. Davis, Baptist; Attorney General, Harry M. “Daugherty, Methodist. All were born in the United States except Secretary of Labor James J Davis, who was born in Wales. All | ere American citizens. #7 eee Birthplaces of Famous Authors Miss Grey: When and where . we Jack London and Winston Churchill (the American) born? JUNIOR. Jack London was born in fan cisco, Cal., January 12, 1876; ‘on Churchill in Bt. Lous, So., Llovember 10, 1871 QUICK RELIEF FROM CONSTIPATION Get Dr. Edwards’ Olive Tablets ‘That is the joyful cry of thousands since Dr, Edwards produced Olive Tablets, the substitute for calamel. Dr. Edwards, a practicing physician for 17 years and calo 's old-time enemy, discovered the formula for Olive Tablets while treating patients for chronic constipation and torpid livers. Dr. Edwards’ Olive Tablets do not contain calomel, but a healing, soothing lable laxative. griping is the “keynote” of these fittle sugar-coated, olive-colored tab- lets. They cause the bowels and liver to o lly. They never force them nnatural action. have a “dark brown mouth”—| f ted a dull, tired feeling—sick a a torpid eg AP pe pwr gen vii quick, eure and pleasant re- | | 7 Zits trom coe of two of Dr. Edwards ' | Olive Tablets at bedtime. Thousands take them every night just bokeep right Try them. lic andi ' Considered Most Desir-| hard. play hard, have good times, | | Cow Country 1 BY BM BOWER (Coppetaha, 1921, by Litt Brews ace (Centinned From Yesterday) i CHAPTER X. Buddy Meets the Woman. ) A Woman was stooping at the woodptie, filling her‘arms with sticks | of sake From the color of her hair Bud knew that she was not Honey He went over to her as naturally that had fallen. | “PU carry that tm fer you,” he said, and put out his hand to belp her to her feet. | Refore he touched her she was en ther feet and looking at him. | What she id, what he answered, | was of no moment. He filled his Seriously. tho, what ts the use of Arms with wood, and walked abead of her to the kitchen door, and stopped when abe flitted paxt bim [to show where the wood box steod. He was conscious then of her slend erness and of the lightness of her stepa ” She smfled up at him and offered him a crisp, warm cookie and he maw her eyes again and felt the same [tremor at his heart. He smiled back at her, thanked her and went out, stumbling a little om the doorstep, the cookie untasted in his fingers, He walked down to the corm, his thoughts hushed before the revel. tion that had come to him. “Her hands—the poor, little red hands” he said in a whisper, But jit was her eyds that he waa seeing |with his mind; her eyes, and what lay deep within, They troubled his. j shook bim, made him want to use his strength against something that was hurting her, ‘The stage came. After that, came Dave Truman on a deep-chested roan Pop beckoned, and Dave reined hin horse, The two talked for a minute, | |and Dave rode on, passing Bud with @ curt nod. Pop came over to where Bud stood. “I spoke about you wantin’ a job. and I guess Dave’ll put you on Don't talk horses yet. I'll tell yuh when to take ‘em up.” Then men came in from the hay. | field, one long-legged fellow on a mower, driving a sweaty team that still had life enotikh to jump side ways when they spied Bud's pack by the corral. Bud began to help un hiteh the team from the mower, and the driver eyed him sharpty while he srinned hin greeting across the backs of the horses, “Pop says you're looking for work,” Dave observed, coming tp “Well, I'll stake you to a hay fork after dinner. Where yuh from?” “Right now, I'm from the Mule shoe. Bud Birnie’s my name. I quit by special request.” He pulled off [hin gloves carefully and held up bis puffed knekies. “I got that on Dirk Tracy.” Dave grinned, but did not ask what had been the trouble. Apparently had recetved all the information he needed. An tron triangte beside the kitchen door clamored, and Bud, looking quickly, saw the slim little woman with the big, troubled eyes striking the tron bar vigorously. and dumplings and the bowls of vee “Jetablee, Bud found a place at the end where he could look into the kitchen, and his eyes went that way an often as they dared, following the swift motions of the little woman who poured coffee and filled empty dishes. He was on the point of believing her a daughter of the house when a square-jawed man of 20, who sat at Bad's right, called ber to him. She came and stood beside Pod while the man spoke fn an arrogant undertone, “Marian, I told yuh I wanted tea for dinner after this. D'yon bring me coffee on purpose? I told yuh to straighten up and quit that sulkin’. I ain't going to have folk» think—* “Oh, be quiet, Lew! Shame on you. before everyone™ she whispered fiercety. Bud went hot all over. He did not look up when she returned presently with a cup of tea, but he felt her presence poignantly, as he had never before sensed the presence of « woman. When he was able to swal jow his wrath he turned his head casually and looked the man over. Her husband, he guessed the fellow to be. No other relationship could account for that tone of proprietor ship. A mean devil, Bud called him mentally, with a narrow forehead and the mouth of a brute Bud did not glance again at the little woman named Marian. He thought that he knew now what it was he had seen in the depth of her eyes, but there seemed to be nothing that he could do to help. After supper Honey Kraune enlled to him when he was starting down |to the bunkhouse with the other |men. She said she still had hie guitar and mandolin, and they needed exer. cise. She looked the challenge of a born coquet. In the kitchen dishes were rattling, but after they were washed there would be a little leis. ure, perhaps, for the kitchen drudge Bud's impulse to make his sore hands an excuse for refusing evaporated “You boys ought to come and kee me safe thru with it,” he @nid to the leitering group around him. “I'm afraid of women.” They laughed, and twe or three went with him. Lew went on to the corral and presently appeared on horseback, riding up to the kitchen and leaving his horse standing at the corner while he went inside and talked to the woman he had called Martan. Bud heard the fellow’n arrogant voice. There was a sharp exclama tion, stifled. Involuntarily Bud me & movement in that direction, when Honey stopped him with a laugh. “That's onty Lew and Mary Ann,” she explained carclenaty. ‘The lean fellow who had drtven the mower, and whose name was Jerry Myers, edged carelessly close to Bud jand gave him a nudge with hin | elbow, and a glance from under his leyebrows, He turned and raw that Honey had gone into the house, and muttered: “Don't see or hear any- thing. It's all the help you can give her. And for the Lord's sake don’t let on to Honey like you—give a cuss whether it rains or not.” * Rod wanted to go in and smash his rultar over the fellow's head, but Jerry's warning held him. If he must not drive off the tormentor then he would cal him away. He plucked the ruitar strings and becan to sing the first song that eame into | his mind i (Continued Mondayp | | as he would go to pick up a baby > mi KNOW WHAT I've GOT HERE! ar Ory land lay and the things people 4 chose a pot about a mile and a their home It was slow werk, se slow that it took them all of their Oret sum- mer to build the plain log house that was te be their very own home One night, as they were going back te the eabtn from their work, they heard a aetea, and like all pioneers in this country, they knew that the thing Gey need feel most afraid of wan the cougar. So when they benrd a sound which came from far above thetr heads, a heavy breathing and sort of sob tin an animal throat, they looked at each other in real and we'll keep right on gvtng.~ Bo they hurried, aoftty an they possibly could, down the fittle trall they had made, tut they didn’t get away from the sound. They could not decide just where the animal waa, tt was evidently so high up in the trees that he Raeonk ADVENTURES — OF ake ELE Youn ‘This was the idea that popped into Flippety-Flap’s head when Granny Hippo got so uppish. “You never miss the water till the well runs dry." Therefore, “You never miss the circus until you just can't go.” He nudged Nancy, then he nudged Nick, but Old Granny Hippo sw nothing, She had covered her head mulkily in the yellow water of the nose, “I think that T see another rhi river,” said the fairyman. “Let's try and get her to go. This old cross patch thinks she in the only pebble on the beach, or the only frog in the pond, or the only potato in the field, or the onty rhino in the river, or | whatever you wish to call it. Let's |fool her and get somebody else to take her place. Plenty of people would be glad to see the world, and a little thing like a calliope with a flat note wouldn't bother them any more than a mosquito bite would bother you on @ steamboat excur- sion.” “What's a steamboat excurson’”’ asked Nick. “Lackaday® exclatmed Flippety Flap. “Look in the dictionary! Come on. Lats go.” ‘The Green Shoes and Fiippety Flap's large ones had them all dow) the river in about two shakes: of « guinea pig's tall, where Miss Hefty FRECKLES AND HIS * Pool.” By Mabel Clela * “What kind of monkeys are you?” asked Miss Hefty Hippo.) muddy river, all but the end of ber| noceros about half a mile up the) THE SKATTLE STAR FRIENDS ie 346 » BEAR MEAT After looking in the forest for was out of aight. some time, talking about how tho! Sometimes they didn’t hear tt lat all and sometimes it seemed quite chloe, then—right before talk about when they are going | tiem they saw it, almost a hum to build @ heme, the young couple dred fret above them, clinging to the top of « great barkless stump, half from their cabin and began to | 90t & cougar, but a whining, whimpering baby bear. clear the land and get ready for! mwanr paid Frank, “a fat iit |e tear, They my bear meat is | fine and we certainty can use a la @ baby and carried hi ere of a mile cabin, ‘They #616 his acatp for $3. The state paid that beeanee the bears were a danger to settlers, And Mary sent “Now,” Frank cried, “wwTl have our steak™ But Mary looked wober. T cant eat the baby bear, | Frank; I just enn’t eat {t.” Later Mr. Poole came in and he jand Frank urged Mary to taste jit, but it was some time before [she learned to enjoy bear meat. (To Be Continued) Hippo was cooling her heels in the water and wondering what to do next. $ Nancy and ‘Nick and the fairyman | paddled out beside her and when she | |xaw them she stopped a great yawn | she had started, and blinked her eyes | jrapidly, “For goodness sake! she | jexclatmed, “What kind of monkeys | are you? I thought that I'd seen | every vartety! There must be some |tihnge in the, world I haven't sean after all.” “Nor héard, er,” maid Fitppety- Fiap, taking @ mouth organ out of his shoe and beginning to play a tune. (Te Me Continued) (Copyright, 1921, N. E. A) Vrite tor vokleton the blood free wit Specit Devt h Athinta Ga | all the BE rr savs every [| Dron BODY SHOULD | OF MILK A DAY GUESS fu TRY THAT? Confessions of a Bride Oeprrighted, 3931, by the Newspaper Baterprise Amociation JANE'’S BOOK THE BAG 18 MISSINO Daday Lorimer bet us into the big house by the side doer. We had to walt upon ourselves, for the ser- vanta, except thane who attended dear mother, had gone to town to attend a wedding. had fainted. Her nervous tension had snapped when the detectives fired into the thicket. I left Katherine and Dr. Spence to take care of her and hurried down stairs to report to her father and brother. I met Bob teartng up the stepa “Where's my bag, Janet “How should I know? I asked, and I wanted to add, “Why should I care?’ 1 didn't care for anything in the world since I never, never could care for my husband again. “My bag ts gone™ “You mean lost—or stolen?” out that in the excitement created by those loiterers at the bend of the road, and by Chris’ collapse, nobody thought about the jewels! “Maybe Spence took the bag up stairs” . “How could be? He was helping me carry Chrys? “Morrison, then “He waa directing his men” “Do you mean to tell me that your lovely English bag has been lost? My sudden irritation about his leather luggage restored Bob to his bas mislaid those diamonds” It was good to be alone with my husband.” I prolonged the moment I sat down on the stairs, “Probably the bag was left in the car,” I suggested. “Phone Etienne!” “Can't—the wires are clipped. Mor rison and Spence and I will run down to the garage and get itm “You mean you'll leave us giris with Daddy, who is helplesp—and mother and Chrys in bed—and burg lars glaring into every window, maybe?" “Jane, what's the matter with you" ‘There wasn't a hint of rym- pathy tn my husband's voice. Plainly, he was irritated. “You usually have so much sand!” Then, from the upper landing. came Katherine’s glorious contralto “Honestly, Bobbie, I'm scared half to death, too Habit prevafied tn my husband. Katherine had been “a cry-baby” as a little girl and he had comforted her—I knew all the family legends. Almost mechanteally, he left me, mounted the stairs—and became sympathetic: “Kath, it wil take only 10 minutes to rush down to the gurage and back Don't worry—" I was furious, Because IT was strong, I could stand alone! I need ed comfort as much as Katherine aid. 1 flew down the stairs’ and joined daddy. “Be game, Itfle girf! Morrison's men ought to be here soon™ “They should have been here 16 minutes ago.” Morrison consulted his watch. “T don’t like the looks of things? Spence would not leave Chrys for yal gems on the globe, he ‘or & apple pie, go to Boldt — Advertisement. Shave With uticura Soap The New Way Without Mug Mrs. Thompson Gives an Alibi TTY AND HER BEAU “| SGOOD min- 9 Chrys had not been wounded: she | “I don't know! We've just found | SCARED OF = LIGUT- NING NEVER STRIKES QUART DRINK A OoART ae | averred. So Bob and Morrison went down to the garage alone, ‘True to Rob's promise, they were back tn 10 minutes, And they came without that adorable Engtish bag! 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