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

_ THURSDAY, JUNE 2, 1921. “ C I i ft o| Cynmtinia Grey: hould We Place a Financial Value Upon Paternal Love and Care? One Mother Has Brought Suit f Against Her Son for His Keep and Training. What Is Your Opinion? BY CYNTHIA GREY Should children pay their parents for raising them? And so, how much is it worth to raise a child, feed him, nurse| im, mould his character and generally fit him for life’s attles? The question is raised by a suit started in Beatrice, ‘ebraska—one of the most remarkable cases ever filed in the istory of American courts. | A mother has filed suit against her son, asking $63,000 for} othing, food and care from his birth until he reached man-| What is your opinion, readers? Should a financial value be aced upon the sacrifice of the best years of parents’ lives | their offspring? Write Miss Grey, stating your views and | ing your reasons. The best letters will be published. SS GREY will receive read in | em of this department at Miss Grey: To settle an/| The Star office on Tuesdays from t will you please tell me | 9 to 4, and at other times by ap- hether or not Jackie Coogan is|| pointanent. Please do not come orge Beban’s son. A READER. on other days than Tuesday un: No, Jackie is not Beda sow. | less you have an appointment ban has a little son just about | with Miss Grey, as unexpected fackie’s age and, by mistake, the re- | visitors interfere with her writ- got out that the little fellow | ing. won such fame in Charlie Chap picture, “The Kid,” was the youngster. Mr. Coogan, e’s dad, is also in the movies. eee Contest Winner Has Brown Eyes Dear Miss Grey: How old ts : Jet, the winner in The " iverse)” film contest, Also | Medical Profession height and color of her air and| Dear Miss Grey: I should like to Mi you’LL NEVER GET ME UP AGAIN AT FiVa OCLOCK IN THE MORNING TO SIT AROUND ALL DAY AND GIVE A WORM A BATH! | You PooR NUT, | DIDN'T BUILD THIS LAKE! CAN'T DO IT-1GOT THE FAMILY WITH ME A WONDERFUL DAY?! AN EMPTY STOMACH, NO FISH AND A THOUSAND MILE WALK BACK Neg ARE ENJOYING LOOK ‘TOM, MAYBE WB CAN GET THAT FELLOW TO DRIVE US IN, WHEN HE Goes ! RETPTTP STE iv SAY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? GIVE AN ACCOUNT OF NONSENSE = How COULD You GET SUCH A BLISTERED EVE “TUROUGH A KNCTHOLE AT“ BALL GAME AN’ IT GOT SUNBURNT ! 8 is in course of fulfillment. Psalms | 2:1-6—Why do the heathen (nations) Jrage (tumultuously assemble) and | the people imagine a vain thing? etc. MRS. H. H. eee |He Wouldn’t Choose H. B [answer “Mra RL” who asks about ‘Miss Kiolet ts 20 years old, and is|choosing a professton for her son, or | ye feet and one inch in her stock-|Tather, assisting him to do so. Bhe haa brown eyes and| If the son wants to be a doctor of curly chestnut brown hair.|medicine for the money there is in it, |he should make other plans. Sick |ness comes at an inopportune time , , On |not being a necessity, illness ts usual- | lodern Warfare ly unprovided for on the whole. | Dear Miss Grey: I natice in the/ The medical profession can never of May 11, an article in your|be commercialized—this I can prove ’ “Are Super-Dreadnoughts, |if need be. Now as to specializing mored Airplanes, Perfected Poison|in surgery: This must follow gen- ete, Marks of Civilization or|eral practice of medicine, otherwise ity?” I have wanted to write | he cannot make a success of surgery. wnt times to you when differ-| Learning to use @ knife is not surg- subjects were being discussed in | ery. F paper, but was always too lata) The entrance requirements to a ‘The Bible, the book of all books, | medical school means you must have tus of the very condition we are|a high school certificate or you | FRG BUF RSS HAP SH FP PREPS Ne ee Comments on living thru today, and fore-| would have to enter under condition. about different systems and | That means you are to carry studies the outcome of same wopld ba tn addition to your medical work and 12:1 and Matthew 24 tells us|you would certainly be busy, too the very conditions of today and/|busy in fact, to be very successful. have been fulfilled and the rest rao. “THE UPHILL ROAD” Cowreese Besser a noe) By RU BY M.AYRES . sister. | Ap attendant brought water. Fer- stood by helplessly while they her face and hands—presently be strode forward impatiently. “She wants air, is stifling. He lifted her in his arms again @nd carried her out to the main en- where the cool, damp air thru open doors. " He half supported her with his h leaned weakly against her hair brushing his shoulder © Presently she freed herself with @ He shaky laugh. “I am much better now. How ly of me?’ She looked up at him. “The place was stifiihg,” eaid Fer- bluntly. His pulses quickened as he looked ; at her—he could still feel the pressure of her against his brother came forward hur ‘Are you better, Joan? You quite me. Are you sure you es! then I will take home.” ‘He turned to Ferrier. “I must apologize for troubling wa—and thank you for your kind I am afraid we have spoilt evenin; Ferrier hastened to answer. “Not in the least. I don't care ‘the show. I shall not go back.” The man hesitated and glanced at y , , sister. “Then—may I—may we drive you your way—put you down any- here?” » “I am staying at the Palace ho- 1. I only landed at Liverpool this / “The Palace hotel! the man c in surprise. “Then that ac unts for it—I thought your face ed familiar. I sat near you at Vdinner this evening. We are staying ! too—at least, we have been. fe go home tomorrow.” . ove “Bo you only innded in Engtand tox said the dark man. Ferrier and ne were in the hotel emoking room, the dark man had ‘ordered whisky and cigars—he had geated himself comfortably in adeep | leathern arm chair. Ferrier sat on the table, his long “fegs stuck out before him. , “Yes, the boat got in about 2. 3 12 years since I was home.” “Ah! I dare say you find London aitered?” ) “Yes, it's more lonely than I re ) member it.” | Ferrier frowned as he thought of }) the difference it would have made Mf the gray-hafred little mother and fj the cross-grained old dad had been Salive. What a weicome he would have had then!—it would have been home-coming indeed! ‘The dark man was watching him uriously. “Home for long?” be asked, Ferrier laughed “No, I don’t think so—it’s not what I expected. I've almost had L enough of it @lready. I'm in the happy position of not having a sin. | gle friend—et least, a chum of mine gave me an introduction to a pal | pt his, but thev've left their oid ad a iP 4 m reas, and the letter came back. I was sick about that—I'd looked for- .| Ward to meeting Micky’s friends.” “Micky! The dark man sat up with sudden attention—he dropped his cigar—hbis eyes finshed eagerly. “I knew @ man called Micky. I suppose—but it’s not likely.” Ferrier raised his head. “John Race, his proper name is,” he said. “But we always call him Micky; he—* “My dear fellow—why, ite the |very same man! What an odd co- |ineidence! What a small place the world is, after all! And so you | know Micky—dear old Micky,” He |held out his hand, and Ferrier took it in his big grasp. “L suppage,” he said, laughing—*1 suppose you're not Ralph Hastings by any chance, are you? Because if so—" “That ‘# my name—how on earth——" Ferrier crushed his hand again. “Why, you're the man I'm looking for,” he said with boyish excite ment. “The things I've heard about you—and about your sister, too!” “About Joan! Dear old Mickyt— he and Joan were always great friends.’ Ferrier remembered that Micky had called her a “Jolly pretty girl” —but already, in his own heart, he leonsidered her something far better than just “pretty.” CHAPTER III. Richard Ferrier rammed the last article into his yawning hold-all, forced the sides together, snapped the catch and rose to his feet. Bright sunshine streamed thru the window; two dingy London sparrows chirped to one another contentedly on the guttering outside. It was four days sines Ferrier |had landed in England, and already he had forgotten that he had ever thought of booking a paseage back as quickly as possible. London was no longer lonely. Depression had cleared off with the rain and the gray clouds. He whistled cheertly as he fastened the last strap of the bulging bag. The time had flown since that first night at the theatre, and yet— had there ever been part of his life when he had not known Joan Has ings? Was it indeed true that he had lived more than 30 years in the |world and been contented without her presence—the smiling blue of |her eyes! | They had af stayed on at the Palace hotel, had enjoyed four days of sight-seeing, and now Ferrier was jgoing back home with them—back |to the home Joan had already spoken much of to him, tm a little |seaside village where waves broke lat the foot of white cliffs and scar- jlet poppies grew high up in the long grass. Joan shook her head when Ferrier asked her about High Chimneys, She told him quite simply that they could not afford to live there now, |that they had sustained money losses. “I don’t mean that we are poor,” she added, smiling. “We've got pienty of money, but—well—High Chimneys was such a big place, and we are away #0 much.” “Micky said it was the most de lightful house on earth,” said Fer- rier, recalling Micky’s' enthusiasm. | Joan glanced at him, and away ‘again “Dear old Micky! she said. Sometimes Ferrier wondered it jthere bad been auything between GRAT AHOLO CF IT, ANDO HANG On FO teil WS DON'T WANT ANT DAINTY DYDEsF AROUND HERS AFRAID To ost HEIR HANDS Sowsn ! THE FACTORIES ARS STIce MAKING SOAP AND THS WATER WORKS Micky and thin girt—she seemed so reluctant to speak of him. Some times she looked almost distressed when he was mentioned; and every one knew that Micky had come out to the backwoods because of a love affair! ‘There was a locket he wore on| his chain—a jealously guarded lock- et. Not even Ferrier had been ab lowed to see the face it hid; and once, when Micky was ill, he had tossed about and pleaded and plead ed, in a voice that wrung Ferrier’s heart, to some woman that she would not send him away. But Micky had never made a confidant of him. He had kept his secret, whatever it was, in his own heart—and he had spoken of Ralph Hastings’ sister quite simply and naturally. Ferrier was a Iittie puzzled that Micky should have described Hast- ings as @ “thundering good chap.” Kind, generous, he certainly was— and good company, too, up to a cer tain point; but there was a blase man-of-theworld air about him that seemed somehow at variance with Micky’s description of him and Micky had always hated artificial ties. Richard Ferrier crossed the room and looked at himself in the long glass; he had discarded the loose scarf at his throat for @ collar and tie—he had parted his unruly hair at the side, and he had ordered a blue serge suit from a taflor Hast- ings had recommended. He had even gone so far as to buy a straw hat, but Joan had laughingly told him that the old slouch felt suited him far better, so he gave the straw to the lift-boy, and was glad to be rid of it. He@ wondered that Joan should trouble to interest herself in him at all—sbe was wo sweet and dainty, 1S STILL WORKING IL while he—he looked at his big, clumsy figure almost angrily. Dur. ing the past three days he had longed with all his heart for small feet and hands, and a slim. frock- coated figure. He had bitterly re sented the curious glances turned in his direction by men and women alike—he was \not sufficiently con- |ceited to guess that the men were envying him and the women admir- jing him. (Continued Tomorrow) ASPIRIN ‘Please don’t stay here. You'll get burned up, too; come on with us,’ we begged. “I can't leave now, chiltren,’ he said. His face was sooty and blackened and he looked #0 hot and tired. ‘I must stay and do what I can to save the cattle; poor things! They’ need all the help they can get to find their way out of this inferno.’ “We had not gone far when we found the road was blocked by a fallen tree which made @ barrier across the road. Fortunately a neighbor met us here “He was out trying to sve his hay stacks and he tore away a part of the fence and let us come into his field. “Go on up to the house and see the wife,’ he said. “When we got into that house and sat down to the nice Iunch Mrs. Burke prepared for us we endurance. She gave us fresh bread and butter with stewed prunes and I remember yet how de licious they tasted. I was quite sure I bad never eaten such prunes and I still think they were sweeter than those mother cook- ed. You see, I had been working like a heaver since 4 o'clock in the morning and that was the “Oh, I don’t want to talk to you,” Edith was complaining over the Name “Bayer” on Genuine Warning! Unless you see the name “Bayer” on pack or on tab-) lets you are not getting genuine Aspirin preserfbed by physicians for twenty-one years and proved safe by millions, Take Aspirin only as told in the Bayer package for Colds, He: che, Neuralgia, Rheumatism, Harache, Toothache, Lumbago and for Pain, Handy tin boxes of twelve Bayer Tablets of Aspirin cost few cents. Druggists also sell larger packages. Aspirin is the trade mark of Bayer Manufacture of Mo- noaceticacidester of Salicylicacid, wire. ‘‘Where's Dot?” “She's at church.” “I guess that’s what you'd call a coincidence.” “I suppose so, What do you mean “That I should call up and ask for Dot but should have to talk to you, instead. “Yes, child, that’s something of a coincidence.” “I thought you would say 80. You're @o very fond of coincidences. But what would you say if I told you that I had seen Dot and her mother walk past here on their way to chureh?” “Vd say that my opinion of you hadn't changed,” I replied cryptt cally. “Am T as bad as that? And after all I merely wanted to ask you and Dot to go riding with us this after- noon. I'd ask her parents, too, but you know our car seats only four.” “That's very nice of you.” I didn't say whether I meant it was nice not to ask Dot's parents. “And I promise not to ask you to fall down and sprain your ankle or were about at the end of our) day. There bad been no time to think of breakfast While we were there Harry and his father came to the house of Mr. Burke in @ wagon, and after going down the fire-walled road to see if they could help father, they came back to take us home with them “Pioneers,” said Miss Francesa, “never forget a kindness and both Harry and his father remembered the two times when father had carried the boy on his back the long miles between South Pratrie and ‘Enumclaw and father had given them 11 days’ hard labor when Harry’s home had burned years before. “After a day or two Clara and I went to Tacoma and stayed with an aunt till our home could be mafe ready for us again. “And still the fire raged on. “The air was so thick with smpke that Tacoma people had to have artificial lights at midday. All over that part of the state the | sun looked like a red ball, and all j the days were dark. “This must have been tn June; the peat land burned and burned and in September the fire was |even worse. It was 10 or 15 years before that land could be re claimed. “But—" Miss Frances smiled, | “go and see it now—all green and | rich and fertile again. Yes, I think only pioneer pluck could have re claimed that land and rebuilt as father did. “We still have those precious dolla,” she added. tH HH, Confessions of a Husband {Covrright, 1921, by Nom AD do anything of the sort.” “Im that case I accept—tentative ly. Dot may want to spend the afternoon with her parents, but I think I can persuade her to leave them.” I did not pretend that I wouldn't be glad to get out into the country for the afternoon, “I don't have to tell you to look handspme today,” Edith continued. “I notice that you take particular pains with your clothes whenever you know you are going to see me.” There was no use in asserting that £ didn't. The only thing was to keep the spirit of the joke. “That's because you're the daugh- ter of my future boss—or at least I hope he'll be,” I told her. “Ts that all I mean to you? Good by! And she rang off abruptly. I was about to go back to my father4in-law. Foolishty I had left the dew of his room open. Had he heard my end of the conversation? | If so, would he tell his wife? Would jit nee with her ideas of what the conversation of a married man should be? What would she say to Dot? I hadn't said anything—but the whole AO eS a ° oa HE, 7 J “] didn’t know company had come,” said Mr. Sprii “Hello there? called Mr. Sprinkle Blow to Nancy and Nick when he saw them standing in front of the house of the Nuisance Fairies. “I didn’t know company had come. How do you do!” He crossed the read and shook hands cordially with the twins, and then remarked that it was a nice day, or rather that he was going to see to it that it was a nice day. “I've just telephoned to Mr, Sun to help me out,” he nodded, “and when old Mr. Sun is in a good humor, he'll do anything for me. But there! You haven't told me yet how you got hera or why you came at all, in fact. And being a curious person, I'd like ever so much to know. That's part of my business, asking questions, because if I don't ask questions and find out what people are planning to do, how can I mix up the proper kind of weather |for them? But there again! I see |that I'm not giving you a chance to say @ word. Why did you come?” “The Fairy Queen sent us to help |you,” answered Nancy. “Do you 24, AN INVITATION FROM EDITH. conversation was tn such an inti mate vein. And I was aware that my tone had been a little more than friendly. Suddenly I gave a start. Had I reached the point wnere I was cre- ating imaginary terrors for myself? How had Edith forced me to share secrets with <her? . How could she make me say things to her that I did not want repeated to my wife? It was an impossible situation, I would find some means to cut my way out of the petty entanglements and deceits that were stifling me. 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