The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 7, 1921, Page 9

SATURDAY, MAY 7, 1921 Cynthia THE SEATT | DOINGS OF THE DUFFS Cow Country |] WERE, HELEN, {BROUGHT You] — os THOSE WHITE Gioves You | THANKS, wiLpur! BY B. M. BOWER ASKED Me To GeT ForYou! | ‘TOM WILL PAY BY ALLMAN IF You DO IT WIL BE BECAUSE SOME OME SENT You FOR BEEFSTEA Wilbur Is Willing But Usually Wrong DID YOU SAY | “THE LAST "THING 1 TOLD You WAS "THE SIZE, SIX AND A - AND THAT | WANTED To WEAR ‘THEM QUARTERP. TONIGHT! You NEVER GOT ANYTHING RIGHT WHY, THESE GLOVES ARE SIZE EIGHT- | TOLD You To GET SIZE SIX AND A QUARTER! THEM'S HARSH WORDS, HELEN! WAIT, SOME DAY You'LL SEE = 1’Lt, mgrey Seattle Man Writes Beau- tiful Tribute for Moth- ers’ Day. Dear Miss Grey: AM of the beau. fitful things of life come in twos and hrees, sixes and dosens. Lots of | roses, lots of sunsets, lots of stats, jots of rainbows, lots of aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters and cousins; but only one mother in all this wide work! Every mother ts a Madonna; every Mother is a creator and every moth a has given something to society. | Hf her sons and her daughters are! honorable men and useful, nodle women she has rendered humanity "& great and everlasting service, A Mother's love is everlasting. It ts “the same today, tomorrow and for. A mother’s love is the per of the heart; it has wrought all racies of art. It is the real love! t subdues all the earth and gives | sweet music all of the way from | @ cradle song to the grand closing | Symphony that bears the soul away On wings of fire—a love that is ter than power, sweeter than fe and stronger than death. J. W. LEVY, eee Writes on Marriage Ideals Dear Miss Grey: I would Ifke to the answer to the letter signed Man of 28." His letter was good his viewpoint, but I cannot see he could justify a man's wrong- by saying “Men are not re- ible for the double standard as has existed for a long time-—he mot create it.” It is true, he, it, did mot Invent it, but he id do his part to do away with “Some girts do wrong, but that not justify all girls doing } How can these so-called men the nerve to expect to get a od girl for a wife when they know ey have not been good themselves? ot see how any one can ea- to get more than he gives I wonder if men ever realize what Pheir morals mean to women. Just . how @ man would feel if he that in order to have his own Udren, his home, ete, he would we to take some girl he could not) because of her coarse common Morais! Of course, some men will my. “Let women who feel like this May single and adopt children.” No, Tat will not answer. Every girl te her own children, not the chil- of some one else, and longs all her heart for a man to be a heart, but how can she te a pal of a man who is not good I do not think men know .| Marian will want to see both of you his would seems men do not general, the more not man- above kind become men. honor, strength to do NOT BADNESS. ied I would want husband to go out occasionally we @ good time with his and, therefore, would have him absolutely, but if I knew lacked self-respect before how could I trust him? solves pretend to trust their NDS, but in their hearts are | ali the time. This is why is losing its attraction for and all who think deeply will that something should be done this from going further. thinks of all a woman man, you would think he everything he could to attractive to her, It seems to men give women is due tion. A GIRL OF 24. | It'g.a 100 to 1 shot that altho Ein- in received the freedom of the ly in New York the cops would tell to move on if he tried to park 8 car. (Copyright, 1921, by Littia Brows & Oo.) (Continued From Yesterday) | Jerry picxea ap Pop, clamped his hands over his mouth that was try ing to betray them, and slipped away | ru the brush, Bud following him | They reached the safe screen of | Dranches and qtopped for a minute, | Hoofbeats sounded from the main | road, | ing. Me heard Honey curse Pop for his hegleck of the kitchen stove at that hour of the morning, Heard, too, | her questioning of Dave Had they | found Bud, or Marian? | “If you got ‘em together, and! didn’t string ‘em both up to the near. | eat tree” Bud bit his Nps and went on, his | face aflame with rage at the brutish | ness of a girl he had half respected. | At the rocks Eddie was waiting with Stopper. They slipped back down the trafl, Jerry came after a little, “T packed | him down into one of them sink holes and untied his feet and left him | to scramble out best way he can. “He'll put them on our trail, I suppose,” said Bud. “When he gets to the ranch he! Will, We'd best not leave any traf.” By devious ways Eddie led them out of that sinister country surround- ing the Sinks, | “We're going to ride till we find your sister,” declared Bud. “And if those hell-hounds got her—" | “They didn't from the way Honey | talked,” Jerry comforted, “We'll find her at Laramie.” Dave and his men were com | | CHAPTER XXL | Trails End At the last camp, just north of the Platte, Bud's two black she@p balked. | Bud, worn by sleepless nights and | long hours in the saddle, turned furiously when Jerry announced that | he guessed he and Ed wouldn't go| farther, | “You ungrateful hounds™ grated Bud, hurt to the quick. “I hope you| don't think I brought you this far to| help hold me in the saddle.” “¥du can sce for yourself we atn’t fit to meet your mother and your father like—tike we'd went straight,” | Eddie put in explanatorily. | “The kid's said i, Bud," Jerry | came to the rescue “We come along becanse ft was a ticklish trip you had ahead.” Eddie interrupted eagerly: “Sis ts your kind—she—she’s good enough | for yuh, Bud, and—well, if it comes | to the marrying point, I—well, darn it, I'd ke to see Sis git as good a| man as you are! And it might hurt Sis with your folks, if they found out that I'm—" Bud had been standing by his horse, looking from one to the other, | listening, measuring the full depth of their manhood. “Say! he said. “Once, when I was a kid in pink aprons, they claim I came walking up to the camp-fire dragging a dead snake by the tail, and carrying a horn toad in my shirt, and claiming they were mine because I ‘ketched ‘om.’ When you bear in mind that my folks raised that kid, you'll real- ize that it takes a good deal to stam- pede mother, “You can't quit, boys. We've left more at the Sinks than the gnashing of teeth,” he said whimsically, “A couple of bad names, for instance. if she’s there. If she isn't—I'll need “We'll sneak up on ‘em,” Bud said when the roofs of houses and stables came into view. They rode slowly to a point near the corner of the stable. In @ group with their backs to them stood three: Marian, Bud's mother and his father. Bob Birnie held Boise by the bridle, and the two women were stroking the brown nose of the horse that moved uneasily. Bob Birnie stroked Boise's flat forelegs. “Wee-ll,” he hesitated, soft- heartedness battling with the horse buyer's keenneas, “I'll give ye $150 for him if ye care to sell—” “Here, wait a minute before you sell’s that old skinflint!” Bob shouted exuberantly, dismounting with a rush. The rush, I may say, carried him to the little old lady in the slat sunbonnet, and to that other little lady who was staring at him with wide, bright eyes. Bud's arms went around his mother. Perhaps by acci dent he gathered in Marian also. “I'll give you $200 for Boise, and I'll throw in one brother, and one long-legged, go0od-for-nothing cow puncher—" “Meaning yourself, Buddy?” came teasingly from the slat sunbonnet. “I'll be surprised if she'll have you. But if she does, you're luckier than you deserve, for riding up on us like this! We've heard all about you, Buddy—tho you were wise to send this lassie to gild your faults and make a hero of you!” * 6e« ¢ @ Down on the Staked Plaina a camp- tire burned steadily under the supper pots of @ certain hungry, happy group. “It's somewhere about here that I got lost from camp when I was a kid,” Bud observed. “And here we are, taking our herd north on the same trail!” Marian gave him a superior little smile along with the coffee-boiler “Your mother told me that trip was a perfect nightmare. She taught you| music just in the hope that you'd go back to civilization and live there where there are some modern im-| provements, and she could visit you!| And here you are—all wrapped up| in a bunch of young stock, dirty as a pig and your whiskers—ow! Bud! Stop that immediately, or I'll go put my face jn a cactus just for relief!” “Maybe you didn't go in raptures| over our claim and make more plans in a day than four men could carry out in a year, If you hate this, why didn’t you say #0, lady?” “| was speaking,” said Marian, “of | your mother. She was raised in elv- ilization, and she has simply made the best of pioneering all her married life. I was born and raised in cow-| country and I love it.” | “Hey! cried Eddie disgustedty, | coming up from a shallow creek with a bucket of water and a few dry aticks. “This coffee's upset and put-| ting the fire out! Gee whiz! Can’'t| you folks quit lovemaking and tend | to business long enough to cook a meal?” | Comfort Your Skin| With CuticuraSoap and Fragrant Talcum Petinnags Levershories Bape, Walden, | THEY WERE SEVEN DOLLARS! You WHEN HE GETS Home! Liam ar Grattle _ « : * a GR bo By Mabel Cleland + oe ee Page 357 LIBBY Aunt Gadie had begun ved a ekiff Ike a saflor. She had oars housekeeping with onty the open light enough for her tiny hands, fire to cook by, but when mother came, father had managed to get a real cook stove tn place for her, and the home was much more comfortable, ‘The twins did a deal of talking ‘between themsatves as to who ehould stay,and who should go, and then they came to a fine con cluston, “I'll teN you” cried I¢a, “we can both go with Aunt Sadia. And the boys can stay with mama, mame as they always have.” So off they went aguin, because thin time mother knew it was best for them to be tn school and Whidby island had the nearest school. One day when Libby was ¢ years old, a steamer came up the slough for grain. Once every week this boat came from Seattle with mail and the things people needed to buy, and carried back grain, and potatoes and things from the farmers, It was spring, and the Skagit river had overflow. ed its banks, and when the tide! came ip and met the back water from the river there was some thing like a real Mood. Libby had grown up on the! -#lougha, and at 6 she could handle Rakrnh ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS Clive Roberts Barton jaw the ferryman when people wanted to cross from one pide of the slough to the other, ‘This day T am telling you about, she stood on the shore watching the men walk back and forth acrom the plank from the granary doag.to a scow. ‘The water was full of unusual eddies and twists and big pleces of driftwood swept past. The men of the scow were so used to seeing her handle her boat that they forgot how Ite she waa, and one of them called out that he had forgotten something and the tide was going out so fant he couldn't get to shore to get it “I'll bring {t out to you In my boat,” Libby called back, with never a thought of the extra water from the river's Mood or of the heavy driftwood In the way. Out she went and reached the scow safely. Her mother saw her as the little steamer pulled out with the scow; saw the skiff bob- bing like a cork in the waves; swirling logs bearing down upon the frafl craft, and 6 year-old Libby trying to row back to shore against the outgoing tide, and often acted as They both let go at the same time and came down with a thump. There was a horrible buzzing near to the sycamore tree the button-ball tree, you know, where the Brown | Bear boys were hanging by their toes), Butter®an Brown Bear, tasting honey, looked around in alarm, “Oh, Jiminy!’ he said to Billy-Bune' “here they come! Here come all thi bees, home.” Billy-Bunch, Mcking his fingers, stopped long enough to reply: “Oh, don't worry. Daddy said he'd stop them If he heard them coming.” But Butter-Ball looked worrted The xxzing sound was coming nearer, and Mr. Bruin wasn't mak- ing any attempt to stop them, Mr. Bruin was provoked at his sons; #0 was Mrs, Bruin, for she had a head- ache and wanted her honey. Butter: Ball and Billy-Bunch were not only aking their time, but all the honey ag well, “Luwnaa came the sounds, still nearer, Now, it sounded like “Zaman!” to the bear boys, and {t would do you and me, but honest-to-goodness, this is what it meant in beedan guage: “Forevermore? What are these things hanging outside our house?” It was Mra, Wild Bee talk ing. ‘They look to me like two very large appetites!” Mr. Bee informed her “Nothing of the sort!” snorted | grimly. Mrs. Bee, furiously. “They‘re bears! And they are eating our honey. Come on, everybody,” she called back to her sisters and her cousins and her aunts, who were following “Let's chase them!” “Ouch!” screamed Butter-Ball as the bees swarmed over his eyes and ears and nose and everywhere else. “Oo0o-c0ee!” yelled Billy-Bunch, as the bees did the same thing to him. They beth let go at the same time and came down with a thump. nm Nancy and Nick and Fllp- pety-Flap, waiting in the bears’ house under the old oak tree, heard them, “H-m!" said the fairyman “gomebody's dropped more than a remark!" (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921 . 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The days of a woman’: long and the days of her very short, and she who on her beauty goes bankrupt most of her life, One cannot excuse all of the passes, the girls who flirt with ried men, the girls who refuse to mit that a wife has rights must be respected, the girls who nore a man’s children as well ag wife—one cannot excuse all of them. on the ground that they lack brains, Some of them are clever enough to earn fine salaries in the business a if H ate i | world—but. they smugly refuse to apply their intelligence to ethics and morality. Time makes the trespassers pay. In them are no resources for meet. ing old age in dignity, and peace, Robbed by time of the flattery and admiration of men, they would nag, and fret their days away, Yes, Katherine in her coffin was, more fortunate than they. The funeral left mo exhausted, But Chrys had to be guarded, and so I resumed my nightt, 1 ergy y nightly vigil by, Jordan Spence asked me many questions, and confided an odd the ory to me. He believed that Chrys?” trances had been induced by fear, But her fear was not of the man who had startled her in the cellar, It was a deeper dread. I had told Spence of the summons Certeis had sent her. She was to bring the royal gems to Berlin, was to arrange with wim for bribing the Russian communists who had im prisoned him, “Perhaps her sleep—her trance— is her shield—her refuge,” Spence explained. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, N. KE. A) Thoroughness Characterizes 01 methods tn every transaction, and our cus-~ tomers are accorded every cour- tesy consistent with sound busl- ness judgment, 4% Pald on Savings Accounts Accounts Subject to Check Are Cordially Invited Peoples Savings Bank SECOND AVK. AND PIKE ST. i in a