The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 2, 1921, Page 9

MONDAY, MAY 2, 1921. THE SEATTLE STA Cynthia Grey Cynthia Muses on War of Classes — Asks Character Is Judged by Office Pen or Scrub- bing Brush, RY cy THIA Grey It's one of greatest myfteries the way we have of raising false stando tandards sportions—they make more and disaster than all other * put together he worst crimes are not made haMe by law. Carclessness, self- , sarce. wn delief, lack thoroughness these are against apoinst We deat their effects. to of crimes Aumanity. The causes we allow go uncensured. ail self and with gossip, We duild care for victima; much less in preventive, We have heavy penatties for the taking of physical life, which i perfectly right. But we ignore er foster con- ditions which hill ambition or high standards of living We honor lador theoretioaly, Yet mony women shrink from association with those who lador—wniess they de of the white collar type. Those who are in offices look down on the shop worker, They, in turn, look down on day laborers. Often in the so-called “lower classes” are the greatest snobs of all. Just wherein is any great differ- ence detween keeping dooks or scrubbing floors? Because one pre supposes a certain amount of brain work? Both need tt-—if floor scrud- bers used more mental processes we should have better cleaned floors, But why should drain work be 80 much more worthy of honor then work of the hands-—swell done? Why should we give cordial smiles end greetings to Mra. A., the wife of our dentist, and a cold nod to Mra B., our washerwoman, when the lat- ter is really the more deserving woman of the two. No; this ian’t meant to be social- dem or dbolsheviem. It's merely @ questioning thought. Why? splendid institutions to we spend very eee Hitting the Nai on the Head Dear Miss Grey: T have read with interest much of the correspondence that comes in your column; but so far have not felt urged to answer any of !t until I saw the letter from @ “Man of 28° which appeared in ‘Wednesday's issue. In the first place I rather incline to the idea that $8 Is nearer his cor- rect age than 2% He knows too much In the second place I cannot help taking exception to his ideal of a wife. “Mother, nurse and ay vivss engl,” indeed! Yea, I thin at is what some men want After they have had what they term « “good time” for the best years of their Bves they calmly expect some nice, good woman to keep them in the straight and barrow way for the rest of their days in return for the honor of bearing their name. mother his pe to childishn nurse bim tn the . ness pore by his recklesmess in the before she i os moral fiber w' aft ‘And in return, beside his name, what does she get? Many @ heartache and many & tear. He cannot give her the love which ts her due, because he bas loved so many that the power of loving pure- ly ts gone. Many a sweet and lovely woran has married a man who has been wild, thinking to reform him, and In 99% of such cases she falls lamentably. The old saying that = reformed rake makes the best hus band is utter fallacy. Some man 5 of It is these men who marry late in life nearly always get a girl too good for them. The nice girl, we have read so much about in this column lately—does not know to avoid him. Feet why the flirt has an ad- vantage of the nice girl—she gets to sound the man out first and can weigh him in the balance and find him wanting. Unfortunately, the poor flirt have a bad name and g nice girls won't listen to them, amd benefit by their experience. The “Man of 28” should not blame so- ciety for the double standard It ts the women to blame, some of the nicest among them, because they re- fuse absolutely to stick together for the good of each other as the men do among themeelv' LILY DALE. Practically every cinema in Lon- don showed Pauline Frederick tn “Madame X” the same week. MS, WLIMAY TESTES Declares Lydia E.Pinkham’s Vege- table id to Be the Best Medicine for Girls and Women Hamilton, Ohio. ~‘‘I ihn cnet awful pains in my back I could hardly stand ion my feet and I was never without, la headache. If I walked up town I thought I would to do much of my Mmhousework. would have hemor- i rhages every two 22 weeks and drag- down pains, I had been feeling Fg: for three years and had two of the best doctors {n the city, but I kept getting worse and only weighed 1 ounds. Laaw your advertisement and took eight boxes of Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound Tablets, four bottles Lydia E. Pinkham’s Blood Medicine and your Liver Pills and no- ticed an improvement right awa! Now 1 weigh 188 pounds and feel fine. erybody tells me how well I look and asks me what I took and I alwaya say, ‘Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable und, the best. medicine in the world for any sickness to which girls and women pokey. ject.’ I blr a yg veagood word for your medicine. pag oy pote WILLiman, 722 Sou' $tb Street. Hamilton, Ohio. > Why) unkind | ith | age.” ‘ (Continued in Next Issue) Cow Country BY B, M. BOWER 19a, by aoe) (Continued From Saturday) — | | | (Competans, Litt Brews Hy the time the crowd had reached the course, and the first, more com. mopplace races were over, the other half of his money waa in the hands of the stakeholder, who happened on this day to be Jerry And the | Odds varied from 4 to 1 up to Jeff Hall's scornful 15, | | “Bet yuh $600 against your bay! horse,” Lew offered when Bud con feewed that he had not another dol lar to bet. | “All right, it's a go with me,” Bud answered recklessly, “Get his hun | dred, Jerry, and put down Stopper “What's that saddle worth?” a other asked meaningly | “One hundred dollars, snapped Bud. “And if you want to go fur-| | ther, there are my chaps and spurs [and this silver-mounted bridie—and |my boots and hat—and I'll throw tn} Sunfish for whatever you say his hide’s worth, Who wants the out | ener take ‘em,” said Jeff, and per- mitted Jerry and Dave to appraise the outfit, which Bud piled con: | temptuoualy in a heap. { He mounted Sunfish bareback, | with a rope halter, Bud was bare: | headed and in his sock feet. He glanced over the bank where the| women and children were watching. | It seemed to him that one woman fluttered her handkerchief, and his heart beat unevenly for a minute, | Then he was riding at a walk down the course. Boise stepped springtly, toasing his head. Beside him Sunfish walked steadily as if he| were carrying a pack. Even cat women laughed at Sunfish. Heside them two men rode—the! starter and another to see that the start was fair. | “Here they come,” Jeff announced. | Men reined this way and that, or stood on thelr toes if they were} afoot, the better to see the two roll. | ing dots, In a moment one dot | Seemed larger than the other, One| | could glimpse the upflinging of knees as two horses leaped closer and | closer, | | It was Pop who muddenty gave a! | whoop that cracked and shrilled into falsetto | “Shucks a'mighty! Dave, he's a&whippin’ up to keep the kid in| sight!” he quavered. He was, Lying forward flattened along Sunfish's hard-muscled shoul | ders, Bud was gaining and gaining | —one length, then two lengths as he shot under the wire, slowed and rode back to find @ silent crowd watching him, | He waa clothed safely again in chaps, boots, spurs, hat, and waa! collecting his wagers relentieanly be fore he paid any attention to the at mosphere around him. Then, becaune | someone shouted a question three | inches from his ear, Bud turned and | laughed as he faced them. | “Why, sure he's from running | stock! I never said he wasn't. You Dush-racers never saw a real race | horse before, I guess. They aren't | always pretty to look at, you know. | Sunfish has all the earmarks of speed if you know how to look for them. He's thorobred. I've got his| registration papers tn my grip, And,” he added, “I guess I've got about all the money there is tn this valley.” “No, you ain't, Pop Truman cackled while he counted his win- nings, “I bet on ye, young feller. | Brought me in something, too, It did so?" CHAPTER XV1 While the Gotng’s Good At supper Bud noticed that Marian set down his cup of coffee with her right hand, and at the same instant he felt her left hand fumble in his pocket and then touch his elbow. Bud, in his haste to get outside, drank his coffee so hot that it scald. ed his mouth. Jerry rose as Bud passed him, and went out at his heels. “Go play the piano for half an hour and then meet me where you | got them mushrooms. And when you quit playing, duck. Don't let on.” Bud went in and drew his notebook from his pocket. With that to con- sult frequently, he sat down and pro- ceeded to jot down imaginary figures on the paper he pulled from his coat pocket. In effect her note was a preface to Jerry's commands. “You must jeave tonight for Crater and cash the checks given you to pay the bets. If you don’t know the way, keep due north after you have cross ed Gold Gap. They mean to stop pay- ment on the checks. But first they will kill you if they can. They say you cheated with that thorobred horse. It was Lew you shot on the ridge that night. Your bullet nicked DOINGS OF THE DU ANNOUNCEMENT | pawny ia PLAVES BETWEEN tHE ROCKS AND THE VULCANS WILL TAKE PLACE To DAY ADMussHOn FREE ‘ar Tt was nearly night, but little sun had shown all day, and by the time Mary reached the home: stead where the town of Buckley now stands, both ahe and her horse were pretty nearty exhaust ed. Mr. Wilson met her as she care dragging weartly into sight. “Well! he called out tn a folly voice, “You don't look very good natured?" “No®™ Mary answered with frel ing, “and I guess if you had had to reload this horse six times be tween here and South Prairie and had pulled him out of mud holes and untangted him from roots and half drageed him up @ hundred foot hill, J just guees you wouldn't feel very gay either.” “You poor girif He mid then, “What you want to do now is to come right In and stay with us tonight, and not try to go on; it's pearly dark.” “T'd lke to,” she sald wist fully,” but Frank will worry so if I don't get in tonight. I think I murt go on.” When she got to the river, she found it a raging torrent, but she found the horn which hung by a string to @ tree on the river bank ¢ eH, <4 his shoulder. So you see what sort we are—fgo.” Bud looked up, and there was Honey leaning over the counter, “Well, how much is it?” she teased Bud added imaginary columns of figures. “Over $11,000," he announced. “Al most enough to start housekeeping! I think I need soothing, and you know what music 1 to the savage breast. Let's play. Jerry had told him to play the pi ano, but Bud took his mandolin. As he expected, most of the men strayed in and perched here and there. Bud had never seen the Little Lost boys so thoughtful, and this silence struck | him all at once as momething sinister In the middle of a favorite two ep, @ mandolin string snapped with sharp twang, and Bud came as lose to ewearing as @ well-behaved young man may come in the presence of a lady.” “Now ID have to go get a new F string,” he complained. “You play the ‘Danube’ for the boys while I get this fixed. I've an extra string down in the bunkhouse.” He bolted out thru the door and walked halfway to the bunkhouse be fore he veered off around the corner of the machine shed and ran Jerry wan waiting by the old shed He led Bud behind it where Sunfish was standing saddled and bridied. “You got to go, Bud. You hit for Crater and put that money in the bank, I got yuh this horse because he's worth more’n what the other two and he's faster. If anybody up on yuh, shoot. And you are, ride ride “All right.” Bud muttered. “But I'll have to go down in the pasture and get my money, first.” “You tell me where that money's cached, Bud, and I'll go after it You'll have to trust me.” “Look under that flat rock by the gate post. It's wrapped up in a handkerchief, #0 Just bring the pack- THE OPENING GAME! BASE FOR THE * OT ID nd ¢ * OF * a Page 352 REST? FFS pure “Buck” meveRs nits ht HIGH ONE TO THE “ SECOND WIELD | Shattle ~ & Co) and blew @ loud blast to call the boatman to ferry her across. “Can't do 1," came back the call thru the éusk. “I wouldn't take anybedy across with the river like this; you walt until morning.” ‘feo ured to argue or to ter, Mary turned hack and “waited til! morning.” Mr. Johnson came jacrons for her early and then two men helped get the load inte the boat, the horse ewam and Mary found herself once more having to te on the mcka Three and a half miles were yet to be traveled; three and a half rugged steep, hilly miles with stones bruising tired feet and foots tripping and mud sucking at them, but at last the last half mile was done and the little home was tn sight. Peggy wan ready to weep over the young wife when she heard the story. “Oh, Mra. Mary! Then id your Frank put you to bed and keep care of you for days and days? she sald. "I felt ike going te bed,” she replied, “but I had been awny for | daya, 29 1 cooked my husband's | differ." These Pioneer womens” (To Be Continued) keh ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS ¢ De oe “What prizes?” asked Caliph Camel. "What prizes? asked Caliph Camel, eyeing with suspicion the bags that Flippety-Flap took out of his shoes. “The prizes for the race,” explain sd Fppety.Pmp “Race?” questioned ‘the camel, meanwhile wriggling his nostrils. You couldn't have amelied the con tenta of those big bags, my dears, and T couldn't and Nancy and Nick couldn't, but just the same the old raggedy-patchy-looking camel could. He pretended he didn't care what was in those sacks, but if he didn’t care, I'd just like to see what a camel looks like when he does care. “You,” nodded Flippety-Wlap. “I said ‘race’ I'm going to gather up ill the stray camels I can find and have a race, The first prize is this hag of dried beans. It goes to the winner, the Winner being the camel who reaches the door of the big cir-| cus tent first.” “Hm! said Caliph Camel, re flectively. “Dried beans! That's a very nice prize.” “And this,” sald Filppety-Fap, kicking the second bag, “is to go to the second best runn How fast can you run, Caliph?" “About two miles an hour when I hurry,” answered the camel. “I can't run a@ bit fast. I'd rather walk.” “Well, that makes.no difference,” said the fairyman. “A race is a race whether it ls run, or flown, or swur, or walked. This prize In a bag of dried corn, the finest dried corn out- side of a feed storef “i'm! remarked Cattph Camel again, “Dried corn! That a yery nice prize! What's the other?” And he rolled his eye toward the third bag. “Peas? Flippety-Flap “Dried! Sweet and riice, too! are the third prize.” "5 a very, very nice prize, in- told him They INGROWN TOE NAIL TURNS OUT ITSELF A uvted authority says that a few drops of “Outgro” upon the skin sur rounding the ingrowtng nall reduces inflammation and pain and so tough ena the tender, sensitive skin und neath the toe nail, that it cannbdt penetrate the flesh, and the nail turns naturally outward almost over night. “Outere” is a harmile antiseptic manufactured for chiropodists. How. ever, anyone can buy from the drug store a tiny bottle containing direc tan A Tragedy in Two Reelam , deed? answered the camel, br pleasantly, “In fact, they are all nice prizes. I shouldn't mind hav- ing them myself.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, N. BE. A.) Ithas adeli- cious flavor that makes you loo ward tothe next glass. cThe protein Retin eats, WANS MOvVEO SINGIN OF THE ey MUsiCT BIRDIE * ISN'T Yes GOT A_ PRETTY GOOD LOCATION Heese, BUT I'M Nor. DANG VERY WELL— BUSINGSS IS Dean! = Il DION'T EVEN KNOW Mou WERE IN BUSINESS i NEVER SEE Qiber Ie CHEAPER Tv PE = It eee , © Onsu Chemical Company. clutched at the paper, from the crowded traffic, I “I saw! It's our plant, this “Maybe it doesn't amount te Mrs. Bob!" am “Let's find out! Read it? I enatched the meaning ef | article from the short words head and sub-heads: The local plant of the Chemical Company had been ed. Cause not known. List jured incomplete. R. A. supposed to have been in the at hour of explosion Was not found— The remainder of the account as unimportant to Morrison me, The paper dropped to the of the cab. “Steady, now, Mrs. Steady, (now! That's right! D this!" “I drank—strangled—cough saw Horrid words shaping themae against the back of the chauff Bob—dead? My husb Myself—a widow? “Can't we ever make up I found myself putting this to the detective. I, who had so lately pl run away from Bob-—who never to see him again—was eet | dently face to face with the ity, the probability that we could mi “make up” ever again, I beyond my comprehension, “I can't live without him? T fided this to the detective in a I did not recognize as my own, him be unfair in love! Let him distoyal—I want him—I want—" — The detective interrupted me: “We'll go up to the company fice, Mrs, Bob, They'll have the est news there.” a But ft seemed to me that they Bh c.