The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 21, 1921, Page 9

Egotistical Man Snubs Faithful Wife of | Twenty Years; Cynthia Prescribes a Cure. ° read the letters tn your department for a | one's joys or sorrows, I am going years and have raised a nice family of children. have stood by my husband thru sickness and health and we have stru along and fought odds together until we are in a position to enjoy Uy Now he tells me he doesn’t care for me any more have been married 2 of life together. offers to give > Pealize that 1 care for him, ae | deat it for nerve? got that all-gone feeling when one has come to the she knows not what to do. very few friends, for I have h a busy woman I have had to form friendship ties out- my immediate family circle. Uke the opinions of a few many readers of our page. MCT. hed for the readers’ opin- seine fetes Ee to you also. ity most commonplace thin, You hove lived thru eaeh «ta: wifehood j i 3 ho will dare say that yet atiain i if you go wise manner? entitled TFiE 4 = = at is od to build, but all f for end hel i rightful place. Tell your husband that you ab- ma. y terms of uae you still have t ry ui to his senses. Wh te sorry and deeply r i meantime, ict your life cen- other interests. My deor it's never too late to cwlti- friendships. Join a woman's er organization and take an interest in the work. te books and magazines am the 20th century perspective o} aH 4 Perhaps your huidand has that Gasculine thought that he is too @ure of you-its a f should not blame the too much, considering how ons they have been delieving (dy themselves) ¢ they are the supreme ego of the uni- werse. Your cue is to prove to him pily without his society, and in your own home, too. More power to you dear lady. * ere ernor’s ‘erm of Office Grey: te a period the governor ‘Washington ts elect EJ. te »l argument?” cried Max. “You grasp -|what 1 mean when I aay that we i q i i is not willing to like @ man, but ts the burden to the shoulders. ag the capitalists real- the mistakes are, the sail- smoother. e war we were told that nt Liberty bonds, any time wanted to cash them we could do ir face value; but the puor been fooled there. If he is of cash, he is told by the his $100 bond ts only . The result is he must bond or give the banker or r ten dollars “One Who Travels,” if you feel don't go to someone who has ues, but to one who is smiling, who Will have you smiling, too. if you want to be aloné, take @ into the country, take in the @eenery, fill your lungs with fresh air and I feel sure you Will feel bet- ter for it God is not altogether to EF Ee ae 835 to nature. Put your shoulder to the wheel ‘and push ahead with all your might and you will be helping the republi- an administration to keep their old pepuu kh feet as tho I must say @ Ras dean very full—of at ‘The assistant commissioner ced there and continue him to give him @ en ton w half of what we have earned. never looked at another man. y chikiren can never say they haye ever been in any way neglected. and motherhood |e & cigaret. best, and, in turn,/then.” he sald, o of the dest life! minor have worked so “Te | Read | house foolish idea, but | Scorpion’) poor man | Stuart? many |my friends; it is @ novel and deadly kidded | ¥apon. Aat| science knows nothing—a blue ray | | | vinced, operated not for a personal rey s peone and, © tell you, troubles to » He does not seem to I have Itved an honest, upright life) “The Golden Scorpion” By SAX ROMMER Copyright by Rebert M, McBride & Co. (Continued From Yesterday) | PART TI CHAPTER I } “It would appear, “that whilst some) difficulties have been | smoothed away, we remain face to face with the major problem who corpion’ and to what end! ivities directed’ Gaston Max shrugged his shoul- ders and smiled at Dr. Stuart. “We come to Zara el-Khala, also called Mile. Dortan. She comes be | cause of what I have told to the; searred n from Parts, she comes te obtain that dangerous informa hich ls to be sent to Scot. in a word, land Yard, she comes, from ‘The Scorpion.’ | “Consider the cowled man whore shadow Dr. Stuart has seen on two occasions; once behind the curtain of his window and once cast by the moonlight across the lawn of his He may be The Scorpion'™ Max paused impressively, looking f around at those in the commission or's room. “And what te the weapon which the cowled man (who may be “The uses to remove Dr It & @ frightful weapon, It is a weapon of which of the color produced by a mercury | vapor lamp, according to Dr. Stuart who has seen it, and producing an | odor like that of a biast furnace | According to myself, who smelled | it! “One of my most tmportant tn-| vestigations, in which I had the| mor and the pleasure to be asso | wil you agent leiated with Inspector Dunbar, ted to | thru your columas oe {the discovery of @ dangerous group | <a, | SoRtFolled by a certain “Mr./ King’—" “Ah? erted Danbar, his tawny eyes sparkling with excitement “!/ was waiting for that” | “I knew you would be waiting for it inspector. It was an opium «yn dicate, you understand”—turning firmatively. “Very well. A similar national was sustained about the same by my own government. I be also that I am correct In stat- that the late Sir Brian Malpas a member of the British cabinet at the time that the Haley plans were lost” ‘The assistant commiasioner looked surprised to learn that he patron ized this syndicate to which you refer. But——” he paused, smiling satanically. “Ab! he added— “I see! 1 seem “You perceive the @rift of my were too hasty? This syndicate existed for a more terrible purpose than the promuigating of a Chiaese vice; it had Im dts clutches me’ ontrusted with mational secrets, me of genius but slaves of a horrihie drug. Under the influence of that drug. my friends, how many those secrets may they not have divulged?” His words were received in hushed silence. “What became of thone stolen plans?” he continued, speaking now in @ very low voice, “In the stress | of recent years has the Haley tor- pedo made its appearance so that we might learn to which government the plans had been taken? Who is it that | collects such things and for what pur- pone does hacollect them?” “Let us have your own theory, M. Max,” said the assistant commis- sioner. Gaston Max shrugged his shoul-| derx. “It in not worthy of the name of a “” he replied, “the surmise which I have made. But recently I found myself considering the fact that “The Scorpion’ might just con- cetvably be a Chinaman. Now, ‘Mr. King,’ we believe, was a Chinaman, and Mr. King,’ as I am now con- but for a deeper, political purpose. He stole the brains of genius and ac- cumulated that which be had stolen. ‘The Seérpion’ destroys genius. Is it) not possible that these contrary op: | erations may be part of a common plan?” CHAPTER IT “You are not by any chance,” sug- gested Stuart, smiling slightly, “hint ing at that defunct bogey, the ‘Yel- low Peril"? “ant orted Max, “but certainly I am not! Do not misunderstand me. ‘This group with which we are deal- ing {s shown to be not of a national but of an international character.” “T have believed it for nearly two years—ever since the grand duke died. And now, you said, I remem- ber, that you had made a note the nature of which you would communt- “Yes,” replied the assistant com- missioner—"“a stnall point, but one which may be worthy of attention. This ray, Dr. Stuart, which played such havbe in your study—-do you know of anything approaching to it in more recent scientific devices?” “Well,” said Stuart, “it may be no more than a development of one of several systems, notably of that of THAT'S FuNNY! | REMEMBER VHAD IT RIGHT IN MY PANTS POCKET! THE SEATTLE STAR Finders Keepers WELL,CAN YOU BEAT THAT P #1 GUESS | MUST HAVE LosT IT! FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS oa a TUS SKv? THE CRAZY QUILT S7 D Rex WALLACE YOU ARE FiBBING t A ME "SPVGMOMMIOMETER’ TOOW 4 NUTS / | . <\ SHOWS You \ rar) ~ “~ cane t 4 EVERE BA eA, DON'T SAY SOME WOR PAPAS THey 1 Sounds LiKe, GEE- ALEW* DONT VA wis Vou Wu? 4 LITTLE BIRD AN COULD Fiv WAY WAY UD IN ay PAPA L AN You COULD FLY , CLEAR OVER ‘Tu’ OCEAN AN BACK AN’ SOMETIMES You WOULD SIT ON ‘TELEGRAPU WIRES - b/ ME BOSS'S SAILING | FoR CUBA AD wt Wow ur & COLLECTION SS & MAN TO ORESENT Hina wrt & SET OF CAN THE BIRDS SING IF THEY. S WItn 1t, too, PAPA ¢ JUST WHISTLING IT PAPA to TURN FROM THE FINANCIAL PASE TO THE COLUMN AND See te ANT CHILpREm® Dep YesTer psy! ORTYUARY ItTTCE He wr PROQ4BLY TAKG MORE inteesstT Iw the late Henrik Ericksen upon which he was at work at the time of his death.” “Exactly.” The assistant commis: sioner «miled in his most Mephisto pheiean manner. “Of the late Hen- rik Pricksen, as you say.” Gaston Max shrugged, and his mo- bile mouth softened in a quaint amile. “We have learned a little,” he said, “and guessed a lot. Lat us hope to guess more—and learn every: thing?” “May I suggest,” added Dunbar, “that we hear Sowerby’s report, sir?” “Certainly,” agreed the assistant commissioner—“call Sergeant Sower- by.” A moment later Sergeant Sowerby entered, his face very red and his hair bristling more persistently than usual. “Anything to report about the yel- low car, Sowerby?” asked Dunbar. “Yes, inspector,” replied Sowerby, in his police court manner—he faced the assistant commissioner, “with your permission, sir.” He took out a note book which ap peared to be the twin of Dunbar's and consulted it, assuming an expres- sion of profound reflection, “It wag hired from Messrs, Wick- ers’ garage, at Canning Town, by the week, The lady who hired it was a Mins Dorian, a French lady. She paid a big deposit and had her own chauffeur, a colored man of some kind.” “Ie it stifl In une by her? enapped Dunbar eagerty. “No, inspector. She claimed her deposit this morning and said she was leaving London.” “Has she left now?” asked Dunbar. “She left a week ago.” Bowerby closed hijs note book and seturned it to his “ou 4 “In that all you have to report, ser- | grant?” asked the assistant commis: | sioner. | “That's all, sir.” “Very good.” Sergeant Sowerby retired. “Now, sir," said Dunbar, “Ive got Inspector Kelly here. He looks after the Chinese quarter, Shall I call} him?" “Yes, inspector.” (Continued Monday) Unsweereneo WapoRate? $1.00 00MS——-$1.00 Attractive Summer Kates Gacste 200 outside Rooms ‘Througheut. "| 69 DEGREES. Wie A Dae eWeLore ie! GE mE THE Ss, © Your ar * ay GY BO mal 4 Page 369 TWO LUMPS, PLEASE ‘When motherdear had guests for tea in those during-thewar day, we bave just passed, she waa sometimes greatly embarrass. ed when people said, “Two lumps of sugar, please,” and she knew that there were only so many in the little box on the pantry shelf, and no more to be bought. But her embarraxsment was as nothing to the way the Osceola women felt the time’ they had thetr first 4th of July plonic. “Let's celebrate,” they said. “We can make « goed picnic lunch and all go out to the creek and have a good time, even if there aren't very many of ua” So the word went around and everybody tn the neighborhood got ready for the picnic. Some of them had sureenough stoves to bake in and some had only fire. Places, but nobody was afraid of & little extra work, and every. body was keen about going and all went very n-errily. Our pioneer lady who had the cougar scare in yesterday's story ‘was one of thore who did her cooking by the open fire, “We didn’t mind it much,” she said, “and we had a great plenty of everything for our crowd when the day came—fried chicken, and cakes and doughnuts, and home- DANNY, YOU DIDN’T FIND A LITTLE GREEN PIECE OF PAPER LYING AROUND ANY PLACE DID You P ME? 1 DIDN'T FIND NOTHIN’ + JUST THINK OF THAT ALEK GEE-1 WISH T COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTo A BiRD—WwouLD Vou LIKE To BE A LITTLE BIRD Now, ALEK? | Seattle _ « * & made bread, and home-made but- ter, and jelly and jam made from the wild berries which grew about our homes and «wild crabapple Jjeny. “It waa a nice lunch, and every- thing would have been perfectly lovely if it had not been for our unexpected gucsta, “While we were sitting at our lunch somebody looked up and said, ‘Do see who's coming? We looked. “Somehow or other the Siwashes had got wind of our pienic and invited themselves to come. “Tying their horses near, they came smilingly up to the party. “Oh, dear? we sighed, “now there won't be enough to eat.” “Makes no difference,” our hus bands told us, “they expect to be fed. Divide up your luncheon and do the best you can.” “Hungry children! Hungry Biwashes! Hungry husbands! What were we to do. “I'll tell you,’ somebody sug gested, ‘there is plenty of tea Let's fill ‘em up on that.” So we tried, and into every cup went cream and some of our precious brown sugar, which cost 20 cents @ pound (and we had no white) “They drank, and they drank, ; three cups we served all around, then four, then five, and six, and we were thank- ful when they said, ‘Kopet’ (enough) and left us, for every- thing was gone.” SERRE E BY ALLMAN A TWENTY DOLLAR BILL LYING AROUND HERE AWY PLACE? NT rf E WUT BRES-CHES 6 WAL- Al, THAT WAS ONLY A MOR | }: = TD RATHER BE AN ELEPHANT AN’ SQUIRT WATER “He's the snoopiest thing!” declared the mongoose “Now we're talking” said Woofy Wart-Hog solemnly to Nancy and Nick and Flippety-Flap. “You wish to take Tag Tiger away, and we ce! tainty wish to be rid of him. That why we are having this meeting.” “Oh? beamed the fairyman, “Then perhaps you have thought of a plan!" “No, we haven't? said the wart- hog, shaking his head. “That's the trouble.” “He's the snooplest thing®™ de clared the mongoose suddenly, peep- ing out of the doorway again to make sure that their enemy had not discovered their hiding place. “He's worse ‘n a snake!” “and the hungriest,” dectared the little gazelle. “And the fiercest? added the ante- pe. “And the fightiest! growled the leopard. “And the sulkiest!” went on the mongoose. lo} “And the greediest!” sald someone’ else. “T see that Mr. Tiger is about as Confessions of a Husband 14. “You'll get away early today, won't you?" Dot asked when I left home, “Yes; I usually get thra early on Saturdays.” “Well, then, we're going skating with Edith and George.” “Skating? Why, it’s positively hot What difference does that make? It's an indoor rink with artificially frozen ioe.” “But I haven't skated for years.” “Skating’s Uke swimming — you) never forget It. Don't be a grouch, but ring me up around noon and tell | we what time you can leave the of-| fice. Then we'll make an engage- ment to meet.” I half hoped that something would | come up at the office to keep me there, for I had absolutely no confi- dence in my ability even to stand on skates, much loss to make any prog: fess on them, But 3 o'clock found me at the rink, Dot and George had on their skates, “What's the matter with you? T asked Edith. “I ehanged my mind the last minute,” she confessed. “I lost my nerve, because I never was a very Good skater, So 1 decided just to (Copyright, 1921, by N. B.A.) watoh.” | Later, as Dot and George moved off about the rink, she whispered to me: “Y'll bet you don't like skating | any better than I do. Pretend to fall | and hurt your ankle and then ait here with me.” I looked back at her, She was smiling, but it was impossible to say | whether she wag smiling because of the ridiculous figure I cut on skates. I took short, cautious strokes and | joined Dot and George. So far everything had gone well. 1 refused Dot's arm, for if I fell I wanted to go down alone. Slowly I rounded the rink. As boy I had skated, and the knowledge of the art was gradually coming back to me. T nodded to Edith as I passed | where she was sitting, I was gain- ing more confidence, Rounding the far turn T tried to) put on a little more speed, All went | well until I again passed where Edith was sitting, Then I seemed to lose control of the blades, I skidded far to the right, frantically waving my arms, and then went down in a heap. One foot was twisted under me and a sharp pain shot thru my ankle, 1 got my feet as hastily as I co 4 I TRY TO STAND ON TREACHEROUS GROUND but I could barely endure to put that one foot on the ground. It was out of the question to skate any more that day. George helped me to chair beside Edith. Dot took the blame for the acct. dent, since she had insisted on my trying to skate, but I assured her the hurt was trivial, and she and George resumed their rounds of the rink. As they skated away, Edith turned to me and said: “Tom, you're a nice, By popular hereabouts as a spider little girl's tea party,” FUppety-Flap smiling. “I'm not certain what « Mittle is,” answered the wart-hog, dreaming that Nancy was one, “and — I don’t know what « tea party is, either, but if you mean that that: vagabond, Tag Tiger, isn't round here, you have made a Good guess, Why there isn’t a that hasn't lost some of its ie him,” said Flippety-Flap. “You ought to keep him In a cage like we Ga But there! how are we ever going to iu Are there any pepper trees grow. ing around here?” winking at Nick. Then he took telephone out of one of his pre 3 and a coffee mill out of the otheg, (Copyright, 1921, by N. E. A) (To Be Continued)