The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 8, 1921, Page 11

hid WEDNESDAY, JUNE 8, 1921. PAGF 111 hia Grey THE SEATTLE STAR =~ Cyn wv, mg Man of Twenty-One Years Answers “Jack” | Fand “Mr. Twenty-Six” on Problem of Finding Gil Like Mother Used to Be. The Waiter Was a Witness I'LL HAVE THE REGULAR YOUVE GOT TO HAND IF LUNCH, BUT BRING MEA || Yes sir! TO A WOMAN'S THRIFT! TALL GLASS OF WATER | WAS GOING TO A DOCTOR WITH NO ICE, FIRST! AND Ir WOULD HAVE COST ME A COUPLE OF DOLLARS AND THIS WILL PROBABLY DO ME MORE Goop! BY ALLMAN I'VE MADE YOU SOMETHING LIKE MOTHER USED TO MAKE! IT WILL HELP YouR INDIGESTION ~TAKE IT BEFORE LUNCH WHAT'S THIS SERVICE CHARGE OF “TWO DOLLARS ON HERE FORP “THE GLASS AND THE CHASER, SIR PLL TRY IT! 1 WAS GOING TO SEE A DOCTOR! : : -] fe Six After reading y on my own hook fathom just why the girls are sc moment that they would persist in their wild chase for excitement | pleasure if they were not encouraged by US. For to be real frank, | fellows are to blame. “Mr. Twenty iy a few wor rat place, old boy, why not be perfectly frank with yourself and stop : member the good old days before the war? ton being sensible then; why real sensible. I wonder why th Don't you think after we came me from abroad in France, Eng or wherever we happened to be tioned during the little trouble, We went to the extreme? After Ing all of the life and snap dis d by the girls on the other side Wanted action over bere. WE ted our girls to come to life, be Ppy, step around while we were gone the girls been doing their bit also, They t Liberty bonds, joined the Ous welfare clubs and really ed up splendid. After all those 8 they were only too glad to us that they were not behind, they were “some steppers,” too. they sure did step; in fact, they not done yet. jow most of the fellows are ready settle down and start to accom something. And they grow! all of the nice girls are gone. T am afraid that they have not ed very far. For they are com in contact with nice girls every . If they would only stop and lyze the girls they would be real sed. Tho girls are only wait for the fellows to get back\to naicy and I am sure they would willing to meet them half-way. low “Mr. Twenty-Six,” you hap- to be several years my senior am only 21) but you show lack of ter in your statement. If you areal girl why not set the pace Irseif? Cut the old crowd, miss a dances, drop those all-night par- Look around you and you will ure to see at least a few girls will measure up to the standard ave set. do you think you are playing Fame square by doing what you ? 1 do not, and if you are can. With yourself you will admit it. you ever stop to think about the ire? You must surely expect to down some day, have a nice wife and one or maybe several funcing little youngsters ‘to look I think that all men if they normal dream of those things. © for one and I am not ashamed the fact. < 4 But to do and realize all of those Whines means that you must lay the stone right now. Play the square, be the man that your her expects you to be—the man some girl looks forward to and “Willing to place her trust in. Bo really, after summing it up,/ft with you and meto make things did not go in for wild parties, your little article I feel as tho I might » different today? Do you think for re they all like mother used to be? crazy fads, hey were so different then just what they will be in the future, uphold these things, the foundation for the coming boys and girls of this country, Let us do it right OLD-FASHIONED YOUNG MAN. eee Dear Miss Grey: I have been read. ing some letters in your column mother,” without success. I missed his letter, but would like to say a few words anyway. ‘The girl you are looking for, “Mr. Twenty-Six,” is not the girl who looks like mother or the girl who dresses or combs her. hair like like mother. If you think of this a moment I am sure you will agree with me; and agreeing with me, you wll also admit what a useless search you are on. You are foolishly search ing for a girl who resembles mother in some respects externally, hoping to find the same internal qualities. Now listen, and remember, don't judge people by appearances only }YOUR dream girl most probably | wears medium short skirts, and most probably uses some rouge, and most |probably has a lot of other undesir jable features until you know her land then, little by little, as your | friendship ripens, she will learn what | YOU consider best and will be glad jto discard her old “fellow-catcher” manner, Nowadays & ts one thing to make lacquaintances and another to keep |friends, There are many fine girls who hide thelr real selves under a mask of frivolity; and sometimes I think the really foolish ones are those who stay home and wait for a Prince Charming, who somehow is s0 which refer to a letter from a young | man who ig searching for a “girl like | mother, but the girl who has a mind | Why did all the girls | And they all seemed to) Por we are the generation that must | blind he can't see them. Remember this, alzo: there is al ways a limit. My idea of a girl who steps beyond this limit is one who attracts attention by chewing gum. Sincerely, SUNSHINE. UPHILL ROAD” (Continued From Yesterday) Phe past Ferrier could have for- u If ste had told him honest- the ugly smear ‘that disfigured years of her past life, he would held his arms to her without d of reproach. But that she still deceiving him—that he not forgive. watched till her figure was in the dusk of the road, then ‘turned and went slowly back to house. n’s brother was leaning over garden gate puffing smoke into still evening. Hullo!” he said, when he recog: ged Ferrier. “Where have you 2 Wondered what had become : went down the road. I thought ‘ht meet your sister.” yven’t you met her, then?” 0.” The word was curt. Fer tall figure loomed like a great Badow in the dusk. The man at Sihe gate glanced at him uneasily. G e only went to the post,” he but I probably went the F Fine night, isn’t it?” Wevery—" he two men smoked silently for moment; presently Hastings moved with a little irritable gesture flung a half-smoked cigar into road. It lay for a moment like { red eye in the dusk, then died ij Boni out "I'm afraid you'll find it a bit dull Hastings said, stifling @& m. “it's a very quiet place—all people rather goody-goody—so bed at 9 and get up at 6 sort of ) . Prefer it the other way myself. Do you play cards? [We might get a few fellows down from town if you care about it. "E know one or two who'd rather Yancy a week-end here. It's Just as like, tho—don't know if you about cards.” “We play a good deal over the ther side.” \ Ferrier's big figure seemed to tiffen. The man at the gate raised him {f with a sudden interest. Good! I’m fond of a game my- Ill write to a couple of chaps © know tonight—Major will do for Did you ever hear Mieky speak Edward Major?” here was a sort of veiled anx in his vol “No.” said Ferrier. “But I shall pleased to meet him if he's a lend of Micky’s.” “Good! Then I'll drop him a line. ‘Hell bring some one along for a rth. What do you play? Bridge? nker? WA “Anything.” BM) “Good, man! T'll-here comes Joan.” A slim girlish figure came slowly up the winding road. She walked "} wearlly, listiessly. "at her, and away again. turned toward the house. “Til just go and write a line to or.” he said, Ferrier held the open for Joan. His heart beat as he looked at her pale face, it was with a dull resentment and anger, rather than the old feel ing of delirious happiness that she had always brought to him. All his life Ferrier had walked straight. Vor the mouieut he hated Hastings Ferrier glanced) this woman whe had taken him with her up to the very gates of heaven, only to shut and bar them in his face, Her white skirts brushed his feet as spe passed him. He could smell the scent of a rose she wore at her | breast. “Were you looking for me? she asked. There was a sort of forced |coquetry in her voice. To a disinter- ested onlooker it might have sounded pathetic. Ferrier, with his primitive, untried passions, felt as if he hated her. For a moment he was afraid to speak, for fear she should hear some- thing of what he was feeling in his voice. When at length he answered her, his voice was strange to his own ears. “LI went down the road to meet you. Did you post my letter?” She drew in her breath sharply. She looked away from him. “Yes,” she said, painfully. yes, I posted your letter.” Ferrier’s hand closed like a vise over the latch of the gate. Only the greatest effort of will power kept him from brutally biurting out the truth. He laughed harshly. “That is a pity,” he said. “I have just remembered something I forgot to say. I shall have to write another letter, that’s all” She did not answer. They walked up the garden path side by side be. tween the beds of sleeping flowers. The window of the small dining room was open. A shaded lamp burned at the center table. The muslin curtains fluttered gently in the evening breezes, They entered the room together. Joan crossed to the piano and sat | down, her hands folded loosely in her lap. Across the room Ferrier watched her with burning eyes. Something of the old spell was back upon him. Presently he turned away, and stood Staring out into the night. He knew, tho he could not see, she had swung round on the stool and was watching him. “Shall I sing to you she asked. “I shall be delighted.” He mar- veled at the calmness of his voice. | He wondered grimly what she would | say could she knew the hell that was | raging in his heart—if she would be frightened, or if she would merely be contemptuous, She struck a few soft chords. The | Piano was old, but it had a mellow, pleasing tone. Ferrier leaned his broad shoulders against the window frame and watched her across the lamplight with eyes of hard con- | demnation. She began to sing softly. She had not a powerful voice, but it was sweet and haunting. Ferrier moved restlessly. It angered him that na- ture should have given this woman “Oh, equipped: her to make war against |men such as he. At first he was hardly consctous of the words she sang, her voice wan | sufficient tut presently he found |himself listening to the song itself. |There was a light, almost mocking ring in her voice, and yet an tmpar- tial ear, stening from anotiver room, might have been struck by |some latent sadness. 1 know a maifen fair to see—take care! Sheyan both talse ang frieudly bo~~ | | HOH, ALEK-SLIM SAYS You CAN'T THROW YER wr, \) \\ we ves/an YA CAN'T Ermer! / is . VES WE CAN SLIM-HE SENT AWAY AN’ GOT A Book For “THINK TM A OLD TEN CENTS THAT CAN'T, WU? TELLS YA How. “SHE SWEPT THE ROOM “SHE CAST HER EYES Ps DOWN THE STREET EVERETT TRUE SPRING ne A T- TONE STSeAK, & BAKSO PeTato, GRAHAM BREAD gO —ANO SOME OF THO SC SANTA CLARA VALLEY STEweD PRUNGSS —— mr IS, Im YoU CAN POSSIBLY RIND THE TIME To po writ Trust her not, she Is fooling thee! She has two eyes, so soft and brown— take car She gives a side-glance and Woks down —beware! ‘Trust her not, she Is foollng thee! Ferrier listened with a blank sense of amazement. The audacity of the whole thing kept him silent from sheer wonder. He wondered bitterly if she took him for an utter fool, or if she was so confident of her own power over him that she had no hes- itation in playing into his hands! He turned away softly and looked at her—at that sweet, delicate pro file in the soft lamplight, the coils of hair, the white throat and slender figure, and he could have laughed | aloud at the farce of it all I know @ maiden fair to see—take ‘Trust her not, she is fooling hice! Joan swung round suddenly on the stool, finishing the song with @ dis- cordant chord. She looked across at him defiantly. There was defiance in her voice when she spoke. “Well, how do you like my song?” Ferrier choked back the furious words in his throat. The strange, magnetic spell which held him filled him with rage. He bad never cared for a woman in all his life until now, Not one had ever caused him a quickened heart-beat, and he struggled fruit |so much charm—should have so fully | jesely against it, like Gulliver bound by the thongs of the Lilliputians. His hands were clenched and his face white whon he answered her. “I have never heard it before What made choose it? No, I don’t think I care for It particularly.” She did not reply for a moment then she got up from the stool and crossed the room to him, She stood beside him at the open window, and the first pale rays of the rising moun wrapped har in sil ver light, and made of her a thing so sweet and desirable that it was all Ferrier could do to keep from snatching her into his arms. “I used to sing it to Micky, ever 80 long ago,” she sald slowly. “He rather liked it, at first, I thought perhaps you—” She broke off as her brother pushed open the door and entered. He held a letter in his hand. (Continued Tomorrow) GIRLS! 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Always use Allen's Boot- Kase to break in new shou WITH AGLANCE” David said, “That's a good story to show how things you tell can get stretched, isn’t it? Just what one -fellow said for a joke about the pipe got told and told and all twisted up. I guess every- body ought to be careful about trying to be a news spreader. Could you tell us another story about Captain Carson?” “Lots of them,” Mra. De Montis answered. “He was a man who had many interesting early day experiences. “He built the first brick build ing in Tacoma. It stood on the lower side of Pacific ave., between 13th and 15th sts. “One day when this building was nearly finished, he felt tired and sat down to rest and watch his workmen putting on the fin- ishing touches. “He got out his pipe and smoked away continually. As he sat, he thought back on the earliest days of his coming West, and forward to the big substantial city of brick buildings and stone, of which his own was to be the/ very first. “While he sat thus, down the street strutted an uppity young policeman, just looking for some- thing by which to show he was y ‘an officer of the law.’ “His eye lighted on the man sit- I got home that evening just as! Dot and her parents were sitting down to supper. My wife greeted me with surprise. “How did you manage to get back | so quickly?" “Edith was able to start the car soon after you and George left.” “How lucky!” “It would have been luckier if she had been able to get it going a few minutes sooner and we could all have come home together.” “J agree with you,” my mother-in- law put in quickly, “I told Dorothy that I thought it was a queer ar- rangement. Now, when I was your aze—" \"““Yes, mother, you and T have dis- cussed just that point,” Dot hasten- ed to say, and her manner was gentler than her words. “But I must say that T can’t un- derstand you young people at all,” her mother continued, refusing to be jturned aside. “When I was your age we didn’t have automobiles, of course, and we were lucky if we could go bugsy riding once in a while, though good. | ness knows there was no place to zide evcent out to the springs ar We fall ‘It Seemed to Work SUM WILLIAMS — Nou MARCH RIGHT WOME AND FILL “TUIS Wood Box THE PIPE AGAIN ting there idly amoking his pipe and dreaming. He couldn't see the tired muscles in the quiet arms or the busy brain behind the half- closed eyes. “He was a brand new man on the force and he didn’t know grandfather at all. “So he walked up firmly and said, ‘Move on there! just as policemen say it to tramps. “Grandfather sat still and calmly looked at his building. “Oh! So you think you won't move, do you?’ said the police. an. ‘Well, you come along with me. “Grandfather didn’t tell him who he was, just walked along with him to the police station. “When the young policeman marched grandly up to the judge with his ‘tramp,’ the judge said, ‘Why, Carson, what are you do ing here?’ “ ‘Well,’ said Captain Carson, ‘T was sitting there looking at) my new property, and I was told to | move on, and when I didn't, this young man brought me here.’ “Then the judge glared at the policeman “Young man,’ he roared, ‘you've arrested one of the oldest pioneers and one of the heaviest taxpayers in this county, a highly respected citizen, See that you meke no more mistakes like this.’ * Benes Confessions of a Husband (Copyright, by NE. A) asylum, and who wanted to see a lot of crazy people? “What was I saying? Oh, about your carrying-ons. When I was your age a man and his wife went together, and if she came home he came back with her—he didn't stay behind with another woman and let a strange man bring his wife home. “But George isn’t a strange man,” insisted Dot. “Well, he's strange to me.” And from my motherin-law’s manner I know she regurded ghat as the last word on the subject: I felt this was a good time to gtve Dot at least a suggestion of what was in my mind. “I think there's a great deal tn what your mother says,” I told her. “Of course we know Edith and George very well, but we are better Daddy, brig nume some of Boldt's French pastry.—Advertisement, guess Gllege U a IF You KNOW WHAT'S Good For You! Mrs. Muskrat was crooning to her- self softly, She was very happy. | Not only had her husband finished a nice new home for her and the \babies, but the babies themselves |were growing finely, fat and fuzzy, and frisky as any mother could wish. |It would soon be time for, their |father to give them their first les- json in swimming and diving, and |holding their breath under water, land catching frogs and tadpoles and |little fish for their dinner. Indeed, if Mr. Sprinkle-Blow, the Weather- |man, sent many more nice warm days, she could trust the babies in |the water in a day or two. But, of course, ice water isn’t good for | babies, not even muskrat babies, and the creek still had a thin crust of jice over the deep, still places, to say |nothing of the melted snow trickling jdown from the hills. Mr. Muskrat |had hurried in at noon to say that lif Mr. Sun wasn’t just a little bit jcareful there might be a flood. But then Mr. Muskrat was always hur- rying in with news and it couldn't 29. I TRY TO GIVE DOT A HINT friends with each other than we are with them, and I do think we should keep together when we can. “Of course, I understand that you suggested George's going back with you only because the poor fellow had a cough, and it was thoughtful of you to be so considerate, Still, an- other time—* I stopped because I could not fathom the expression on Dot's face. Then I began to comprehend as she burst into an amazing fit of laugh- ter. “Goodness? ske, Dorothy, what's come over you?” the older woman asked, But Dot could not control herself. She laughed until for sheer relief she had to sob a little and then, as I thought she was about to calm down, she went into hysterical laugh- ter aguin. “I—I—I do believe,” she spoke with difficulty, "that you're jealous of George!” Edith, earlier im the day, had laughed at me when I was most seri- ous. And Dot... . 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