The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 10, 1921, Page 11

TUESDAY, MAY 10, 192 About, Writes One serving. Dear Miss Grey: the high color on her piquant have been quite charming. You wondered why she wou and d giggled so and did her hair so There were some boys on t talking to them, flirting with you remembered t the door just before ing a kiss to the be urely she couldn't be really good. here was something wrong with at girl—she was headed the wrong way, you thought, and made up your mind that when you reached the club | You'd tell the women what a silly Hittle thing this girl who lives next door is. And then suddenly something | Ghutched at your heart. It was a fear that was altogether ew and strange. It gripped you and eft you breathless—it was about Your little Mary, Il-yearold Mary She was nearing the dizzy teen age | Of the little girl next door. } She was nearing the dizzy ‘teen age Way before, but just suppose she tn. gisted on having her rouge jar and abbreviating her skirts and roughing | her hair. Of course if it meant a choice between losing her confidence | and letting her have them you'd let| ber have them. And then, just suppose the grown Women at some club, somewhere, | talked about her and called your! frivolous, well-meaning litte daugh. ter “bad.” Just suppose! That's when you decided you wouldn't say anything at the club| ting about the little girl next} | ~~ por. whe Miss Grey, I was prompted to write this little piece from some re- cent observations of mine and there is more truth than poetry in it, I feel. I am a mother, as you per. haps have already guessed, and if my contribution will aid other) mothers I will feel that my time and | your space have been well used. A. M. 8. , Dear Miss Grey: I just want to “A Reader” if he or she is a I€ so, what would they say if it was his or her daugh-| “not guilty” by a Jury of 12 people and then have Some one say just what “A Reader” bas sald about Clara Hamon? As for going into the movies I think it ts @ fine thing, providing the young girls of today would take ft as a lesson and watch their step when they are out with men. JUST H™M. asking devilishness into, the re with foolishness and h hard times in a republican ad- when, as a general rule, mes were always good with plenty work in such an administration. I am a man who meets dozens of in my work and they don't ‘want any more republican adminis- trations. Is it a rich man’s strike? If so, why don’t they call it off be- bore it poisons the poor people's minds before another election? They will remember how they are used and vote accordingly. I am a repub- ican, or was until now, but no more if this is what the poor must endure and there are dozens with the same wnind as mine. ONE THAT TRAVELS. If you are a republican you should not be such a turn-coat as to con- demn your administration before it has began its work; before the ma- chinery is fully sct in motion. More than that, we are living in a time wastly different than in past repub- ican administrations. Never before has this country had to buck up against such a war problem as it sow faces. When the over-production srisis ts past and things are restored ‘o normal there will be work aplenty and lower prices. If this were a democratic or any other sort of ad- ninistration we would have to face srecisely the same thing. It is try- ing to the extreme, but we must all it our shoulders to the wheel as est we know to restore normalcy. oe Sinking of Merrimac Dear Miss Grey: were with RK P. How many men Hobson when he sank the Merrimac, and who were hey? HOMER. Beven; Randolph Clausen, Oxborn Warren Deigan, George Charette, Cynthia Grey Your Daughter May Be the Little Girl Who Is Talked Mother, Who Has Been Ob-| You saw that little girl who lives next door. j And you smiled at the extreme shortness of her skirts and lash it in great gobs on her the other night when you looked out} you turned out the lights, you saw her—| the little girl next door—she was just getting out of an auto- mobile—she'd been to some party, perhaps—and was blow- at the wheel. | jfor the number East 89512. jeame a low, wailing cry. returns.” |ment and was about to thrust *|eteal it.” her uptown the other day little face, which could really Id buy all of that cheap rouge cheeks and why she atrociously. | he corner—she was stopping, | the most blase air. And then “The Golden Scorpion By SAX KOUMER Copyright by Rebert M. MeIiride & Co. Sud. } denly she began to speak, in a low volo “Ye se! . .. Miska speaks, Listen! One of the new keys—it fits, I |have the envelope, But, also in the same drawer, I find a part of a broken gold ‘agrab (scorpion). The envelope it is very large. 1 do not | know if— | From somewhere outside the house | Ah!’ whispered is the signal! the girl—“there It is the doctor who Always glancing toward the door. she put down the Instrument, took up the long envelope and paused for & moment, thinking that she had heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She ran across to the! grate and dropped the envelope upon the smoldering fire. As she| did so, the nicely balanced poker fell with a clatter upon the tiled | hearth. She started wildly, ran back to the table, took up the broken orna. hy the and | into the open drawer when study door was flung open Stuart came in. CHAPTER V. “Mademoiselle Dorian™ cried Stu-| art joyously, advancing with out stretched hand. She leaned back against the table watching him—and suddenly he perceived the open drawer. He stopped. “So.” he said bitterly—"I returned none too soon, Mile.—Dorian!” “Ob! she whispered, and shrank from him as he approached nearer. He was crue] in his disillusion- ment, Here lay the explanation of his romance; here was his disguised princess common thief! She stared at him wildly. “I take nothing™ she cried. “Pleading is uselesa, What have you stolen? “Nothing—eee." She cast the lit- tle gold ornament on the table. “I look at this, but I do not mean to “How did you open the drawer?” he asked sternly. She took up the bunch of keys which lay upon the table and naive- ly exhibited that which fitted the lock of the drawer. Her hands were shaking. “Where did you obtain this key; and why?” She leaned back against the table, toying with the broken piece of gold and glancing down at it as she did so. “You do not answer,” he sald. “I will ask you another question: have you attempted to open that drawer prior to this evening “I try it twice before,” she con-| fessed, “and cannot open it.” | “Ah! And—has someone else tried also?” “Someone elie?” she whispered. “Yes—someone else. A man... wearing a sort of cowl—" “Oh!” she cried and threw out her hands In entreaty. “Do not ask me of him! I dare not answer—I dare not!” “Has the golden scorpion any: thing to do with the matter?” he demanded abruptly. And in the eyes of his beautiful captive he read the answer. “So you were concerned in the! death of Sir Frank Narcombe! he | said. | “I know nothing of him—this Sir Frank Narcombe.” Stuart laughed unmirthfully. “Am I, by any chance, in danger of sharing the fate of that distin: | guished surgeon?” he asked. “It I swear that I speak the truth, will you believe me?’ she whispered, and her fingers closed | convulsively upon his should was shaken. Her near pres ence was intoxicating. “Perhaps,” he said unsteadily. Daniel Montague, Francis Kelly, J. EB. Murphy and George F. Phillips. eee Would Leave Husband for Baby Dear Miss Grey: 1 wish to ex- press my opinion on the mother called upon to make a choice be- - tween the baby by her second hus- band and her first husband whom bs she thought dead in the war. Since I have been married twice and have a lovely baby girl by my second husband, I can tell you my choice—my baby. I would not give her up for any husband’s love, as uch as I did love my first husband and still long for him. My baby comes first. 1 would rather give up both husbands than the baby. A LOVING MOTHER, Down in Ecuador the natives save skins to purchase wives, while up velope was not evident to him, he| diately and stood waiting just in-| m ran to the grate and plucked the|side the door ever-growing amazement, “that the smoldering paper from the embers.| «when did Sergeant Sowerby |POdY brought in by the river police As he did so, the girl, with one|ieaye?" asked Dunbar. last night hed ‘been identified as quick glance in his’ direction,| “apout three hours ago, sir.” that of Gaston Max snatched her cloak, keys and bag! «what! cried Dunbar, “Three| The Assistant commissioner hand. and ran from the (room |noure ago! But I have been here |@t ® Denciled slip to Dunbar. “Damn!” Stuart said. | . y é end slows |myself within that time—in tho|'"4 His escaped prisoner had turned|"cmmissioner’s office.” | “Gaston Max in London, Seor. the key on the outside. He was “Sergeant Sowerby — left before |P!on- Narcombe, No report since locked In his own study! ios oe se oth ult, Fear trouble, Identity. The sound of a restarted motor} “put, my good fellow, he hanbeen |e 4: Me Aaese from outside the house spurred him | pack again. He apoke to me onthe| “But, sir,” said Dunbar—“this fe to action. He switched exactly what Sowerby told me! steps to the front door, which he| unfastened with his latchkey | CHAPTER VI ly Detective Inspector Dunbar ar here they first purchase the wife Indianapolis Star. then save to purchase the wkins—! rived at New Scotland Yard in a veritable fever of excitement. Jump- ing out of the cab he ran into the off the |telephone less than a quarter of an up sharply back DOINGS OF THE DUFFS HELEN AREN'T YOu GOING ‘TO WAIT FOR Tom? OF me! ‘CAR- THE 1 SEE WHERE DEMPSEY HAG STARTED TRAINING FOR HIS FIGHT wrt “CARPEN- “TRY! Sink Betabel © 359 A FOREST F’ After they moved to Whidby island, Libby began to make friends with the wild thing» in the forest. She loved the squirrels and the chipmunks and the birds, but al ways she wanted one of the forest folk to know her and to be her very own special pet. It seemed a pity to hunt deer only to kill them, but that seem ed to be the way big people did, so Libby thought about it tn her mind and talked very little, but watched and waited for a chance. And finally one day it came. ‘The men were out hunting when they startled a beautiful mother | deer who was browsing beside « great fallen tree. Up went the rifle, and bang! sounded the shot, and over the’ great log leaped the beautiful | doer. Over she went with a graceful leap and in leaps and bounds she|the Ic took the hillside and was gone like en a flash, | rar But—not #0 her longlegred, |for ye gentle-eyed, soft-haired baby, Try | your as he would, the young not take the big jump| would carry him to his So Pre Labi }let hi fo OW she pet, b not hi | know shot, could which es Hf ee tH, ‘The assistant commissioner glanced t brought back to the he asked “The news about Max,” ‘The assistant commissioner leaned | in his chair, “Might I you NO, WE'LL EAT! HE JS NEVER VERY C HE Maer} THINKS a \S SILENT) LIKE IN HOOCH’ door | tie him up [the meat." THE SEATTLE STAR Helen Was Not in a Receptive Mood ON SIDERATE Anan PON-YEAR’: Ke Cleland, x ‘eT mother and to safety. when the hunters came up the little thing crouched trembling beside the log, evidently hoping to hide in the tall ferns and gran, “Let's carry ft home,” anid one of the men, “and give it to Libby for a pet.” It peemed to the little girl very wonderful that her dream of a real live forest friend had come true, and she tended and cared for the deer as tenderly aa a mother. tty soon his legs grew strong and he was able to look out for himeelf. iby would not tie him up, but Mm, roam about in the woods where he pleased, and she would wt and catch him any time ‘hose. One day strangers came hunt- ing in the woods and fired at her ut he was only frightened, urt, so Libby tied a ribbon | around his neck so that she would him. But life waa no longer safe for ovely thing; time and again fired at him, and at last father said: I'll make a aslip-noose ou and you go out and catch pet and bring him home and If he's going to be we might just as well have (To Be Continued.) “Listen, the Now you are in|building and without troubling the,»have learned and how you have danger, yes. You ask me why I|man in charge of the lift went|learned it?” come here. I come for what is in|straight on upstairs to his room.| Dunbar stared uncomprehendingly. the long envelope—look, I cannot|He found it to be in darkness and| “Sowerby phoned me about halt hide it. It is on the fire!” switched on the greenshaded lamp|an hour ago, sir, Did he do 60 Stuart turned and glanced toward|which was suspended above the|without your tnstructions?” the grate. More than ever myst |table. He rang the bell. “Most decidedly. What was his fied, for the significance of the en-| A constable came in almost imme- | message?” “He told me,” replied Dunbar in site 80, lamps, crossed the darkened room | hour ago.” eens. Saat 38 Oe ares and drew back the curtain, throw- é trom are, ais? rabrainary feature of the.) attaiy: ing open the French windows, Bril- | t Leap it was from herer" | Because, oN ies ete tor, only liant moonlight bathed the little|enouted Dunbar fiercely. inished decoding this message a lawn with {ts bordering of high|” s1 walked out into the bare cor:|("¢ Very moment that you knocked privet hedges. Stuart ran out a#|ridor and along to the room of the|“*,™yY door! the sound of the receding car | assistant commissioner. Dunbar was tapping his teeth reached his ears. By the time that|""Theagsintant commissioner waa] Wit the pencil. Ile amasement he had reached the front of the He, fay py 00 or wi house the street was vacant from | sod. evening, inspector,” he sald (Continued Tomorrow) end to end. He walked up the | ourteously. - cet For Expectant Mothers |Usep By Tunez GENERATIONS ask, |e fee BOOKLET on MOTHERHOOD ane BABY, inspector.” he said. “what news you ' Daspease Rsee.aten Co, ast, 0-0, atuamtaeas lls magic shoes GOING HOME NOW Tom? of DOCTOR, BO You TWWk TLL BE WELL “TIME To SEE DEMPSEY FIGHT “CAR-PIN- SHAY'2 That is the really ex- (WANT To STOP IN HERE AND GET A BOX OF CANDY FOR THE WIFE -@ FIRST i, ea en) ‘CAR-PONG-TER “ME'O' 1S LONG, Fea! i ioe EATING ? GOIN 2 SSS Ss HELLO’ EVERYBODY DIDN'T WAIT! el YP O0ou! You MUSTNT SUIT ON OR YOU'LL GET sick! UP WITH YER FINS! 1 GOTTA GET MONEY FOR A SEAT TO SEE GLAD YOu WITHOUT A BATHIN’ THE 1 DEMPSEY FIGHT CS, 312 BuT OTHER THERS'S NO DOUBT ABOUT How PEOPLS AGE Very RAST WHEN WOU START THAT SPI6L MR. Ee, “What's wrong?” cried Flippety- Flap and the twins as the two bear boys came blubbering home. Nancy rushed to Butter-Ball, and Nick rushed to Billy-Bunch, the two of them helping the poor little swelled up fellows into the house. “The wild bees bit us," blubbered ButterBall, “They bit us so hard they left their teeth In the bites and they still hurt.” “Bees have no teeth—only sting. corrected the fairyman, “but never mind, stingers are bad enough, Fs ‘ll have to get out my pullers and lpult ‘em all out for you so they'll quit hurting.” And took a pair of pincers out of one of ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS Clive Roberts Barton FLIPPETY-FLAP’S BARGAIN “Oh, how grateful I'll be,” declared Mrs. Bruin then Mr. and Mrs. Bruin Brown Bear also arrived at the front door and dropped into chairs with Just ns, thorns. Daddy dei Flippety-Mlap Flippety- Flap | same time holding ers out of y Never mind, “Did the bees sting you, too?” ask: ed Nancy kindly. “No,” moaned Mra. Bruin holding one foot tenderly with her paw and rocking back and forth. “It was the and I were going thru the thorny-bush to the grass: hoppers’ house, and we stepped on about a million Jaggors. Ouch! Oh, my dear madame,” assured her, at the up his pincers, |“Just as soon\as I get the bee-sting- r sons, I shall pull] ¢ 17S CARPEN-TI-RY ® LUKE IN "VE GOT ALI BEST \S BROAD, ANN GETS IT STRAIGHT Before Chrys became Mrs. Jordan Spence, she communicated with the trustees of Certels’ fortune, intending to refuse to accept it. She discov- ered that a claimant for it had ap- peared. Certeis had a son, born in Europe, a son who had no legal | rights under the laws of inheritance, _ “But the young man is Dr. Certeis’ child—his documents prove it,” said Chrys. “He has been expensively | educated, but not otherwise provided jfor. And as I am a feminist, I am going to make people see that chil- dren born out of wedlock have rights as human beings, rights which the fathers seldom respect.” Chrys accepted the portion of Cer- | teis’ fortune which was not entailed, | and then immediately transferred the | property to the famous spy’s unrec- | ognized son. There was a simple wedding in the Lorimer mansion. To it came Ann }and Jim Lorimer, | The bebe, Ann, had improved, but j not because Chrys and I had tried to | be our sister-in-law's keeper with any | degree of success. | Ann herself had finally begun to cultivate the little seed of fineness in her own nature, I suppose it is never too late for an individual to develop that. As soon as Ann de- serted the frivolous, . freaky set which so long had taken her away | from Jimmy, as soon as she under- | stood the duties near at hand, she |became a really delightful little | woman, From her silly talk about unlim- HERE FOR THE PERSON | LOVE iN Aut THE WORLD! PAGE 41 BY ALLMAN TTLE SOMETHING WHAT 15 (T. A BOX OF, CIGARS? = 7 5 % “ Sd ¥8 BY BLOSSER {o~ ALL RIGHT-You a JUST SEE* TH’ DOCcToR. ha WILL GIVE YOU MEDICINE AN' “THEN YOULL she turned to the defense of 2 old-fashioned ideas about loyalty 4 ‘trust. “Just consider how fleet man’s interest/ in his vagrant. mances,” she said to me in our talk, the afternoon after Jordan had set out on their |moon. “Monogamy is a grand | tution.” . 1 concluded that Ann had wondering how she ever could brought the Lorimer name so to some ugly scandals. " “I wish I had a child,” she tinued. I stared as the ingenue ‘went on: “The normal life—that’s the way to happiness. Follow nat and you'll be all right. Depart tras nature, and a married woman bound to be perfectly te sooner or later. Then I guess makes everybody else wretched, too, I kissed the little sister-in-law wi had been such a trial ever since «i came into the family. She found her place among us at She had been doing a good deal reading while nursing Jim back | health. She concluded our talk one of her half-thought-out ideas; — “Monogamy is the ideal state for) a man and a woman who love other, now, isn’t it?” I agreed very gravely. on: “Jane, do you know, some intellectual persons lately are ing to the defense of monogamy?” (To Be Concluded) Ann all the thorns out of you and your | husband.” | “Oh, how grateful I'll be,” declared |Mrs. Bruin. “We'll pay you any | price pu asky mister, won't we, Bruin Bruin agreed gruffiy. It was Flippety-Flap’s chance. “Gets-It” Ends All acl ‘Thirty seconds after corn with this liquid the jabbing, stabbing pain of stops, for all time. it No corn, hard or soft, is too old or foo deeply rooted to resist “Gets- It” Immediately it dries and shri ela, the edges loosen from the true flesh and soon you can peel it right off with your as painlessly as you trim you 8. Don't coddle corn pests. Don't nurse and pamper them, Don't cut and trim them, REMOVE them with aE “Costs a trifle at any dru Bare. meta. by BE. Lawrence & Co., Ch wit! in Koattle by the Owl Drug | don’t want money,” sald he “but you can pay me by going to the circus with us, can't u kiddies?” Nancy and Nick clapped hands and danced around in glee. “All right,” agreed the “we'll do anything if you'll jt hurry.” In two shakes, the stingers thorns were out! (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, N. E, A) TRUSS TORTURE can be eliminated by wearing Lundberg Rupture Support. We free trial to prove its superior A. LUNDBERG 00. 1101 Third Avenue SURE WAY TO GET RID OF BLACKH ‘There is one simple, safe and way that never fails to get |blackheads and that is to di | them, | 'To'do this jonite powder et two ounces of rom any a hot |sprinkle a little on @ hot, |sponge—rub over the briskly—wash the Barta ‘an be surprised how the b ds have disappeared. 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