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

JUNE 9, 1921 ACynthia Grey: DOINGS OF THE DUFFS SAY, TOM,| HEARD YOU WEREA WONDERFUL TENNIS PLAYER WHEN You WERE YOUNGER! WHAT'S GOING To BECOME OF You? DON’T You EVER THINK OF THE FUTURE? aaa SURE 1 DO, BUT “TOMORROW 15 |} HEARD SOME PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT YOU AS A PLAYER AND | WAS PROUD THAT You WERE MY UNCLE! BY THE WAY, COULD You LET ME YOURE A FALSE ALARM! You'LL NEVER LISTEN, TOM, | ONLY WANT IT OH,1 PLAYED ' FOR A FEW DAYS A PRETTY F | ’ h is | & suggestion for ‘Twenty-Si is Dthers, Both Young Men and Women, Searching for Ideal Mate, Write Thei “Twenty-Sia,” i, man’s advidg to “Jack” and | searching in vain for their dream girl without any apparent Another young man rises to state that he is too old- success. Fashioned himself and doesn't Other opinions, too, on the perplexing girl problem follow: Dear Miss Grey: IT am a young , 24, single, and without flatter Ing myself, 1 am glad to state my character ts up to standard, My mind at one time ‘followed on ‘the same track as “Twenty-Six,” but tm course of time I realized my mis 0. The people in this tittle old world | ‘@f ours are not living in the year of *98, but in 1921. There has been an imaginable change during these oe Indirectly this hus made us, ; to speak, livé a “faster” life, J altho personally prefer the “slower” one. Working all day and going to @chool in the evening, naturally 1 we no time to think of matrimony, it I honestly believe if a real man nts to find an honest-to-goodness irl he shouldn't encounter any ifficulty if he chooses the right com J. M. M. 1 Should Broaden Their Minds — Dear Miss Grey: T wish to offer and “Jack.” Unless they broaden their minds considerably they'll never find what they are looking for. T have a remote idea that I am acquainted with these young men, d my personal opinion is that they up lets of good sensible gitls lor the attructive type. More than nce they have formally met the "98" type of girl, but because her was below her knees and she idn't display rouge, they thought too plain to take to the popular > ck wi am a 1921 all-around girl and “ sensibly, yet not extreme. I ‘Well acquainted with both types girls and there is good in all of fem. What woild all of these ex treme dressers in the male sex do| if there weren't any similarly dressed ‘girls to attract them. “Birds of a ther flock together.” am on the same side of the fence “Jack” and “Twenty-Six” as I find it exceedingly hard to find a boy | that don’t talk about a girl, whether ‘she pleases him or not. Six nights out of the week T am it home, because I would rather be Ai St home in comfort than out with , a 4 si + j ‘the “modern boy of today.” I so far “have fortunately found one real man, ‘Dut at the present time he is away. So wake up, you poor, unfortunate, ided boys, and remember that s NEVER make the girl, ty, as they are always obtain. WAITING. \“THE UPHILL ROAD” (Continued From Yesterday) “What do ‘you want to sing that potten song for, Joan?” Hastings said angrily. “Surely, out of all number you have, you could we found something better. Fer- looks bored to death.” “I wasn't bored,” said Ferrier. ‘Hastings went forward. “I've just written to Major,” he He indicated the letter In his “I asked him to run down to- orrow if he’s not engaged. You ow Major, Joan. I thought—" He broke off, frowning; Joan had slipped way. Hastings struck a match on the stone window sill. In the sud den fiare Feerier saw that he was smiling. “Joan doesn’t care for Major par- ticularly,” he said easily. “She's a lueer little girl; quite unprecedented fancy sh taken to you, Fer Richard Ferrier made no answer. fe wondered what would happen @ he to seize the man by the t collar and fling him thru the dow. It enraged him to see the being so carefully laid for his trapment. It enraged him to think \? that they imagined he was going to Be fool enough to walk into them. He would walk just exactly as far ms it suited his convenience, and then—then he would show them both F the sort of man they had to deal ‘with, ' It did not take Ferrier long to [sleep that night. The emotions of the day were strange to him. His head had hardly touched the pillow before he was fast“asleep. He awoke suddenly with a start. He sat up in bed staring round him. ‘Tt was quite dark still, save for the moonlight, which lay in a yellow Patch on the floor. window came the sound of the sea on the sand at the foot of the cliff. Ferrier leaned forward on his elbow, Ustening intently, for there was an- Other sound in the silence—a little, indefinite sound, He threw back the bed clothes and went quietly to the door, e The handle was loose. MNoiselessly under the quiet touch of his fingers. He opened the door a ple of inches. The landing was in darkness, but the silenee was broken again now and then by that little sound. But Mit was no longer. indefinite. Ferrier knew quite well now what it was— the sound of a woman sobbing. Ferrier opened the door wider, and fig he did so a clock on the stairs struck 12. So it was only midnight Yafter all. He had only been asleep @ little more than an hour, » Before the last stroke had died Nwaway Ferrier stepped out on the landing. There was a faint streak of light showing thru the erack of @ door opposite hig own, down the far end of the landing. And now he could hear the sob- bing more distinctly, and then sud denly « cry, a stifled ery of fear or pain, and a voice—pleading like that of a frightened child, “Don't—oh, don’t hurt me An eternity of silence seemed to low the piteous ery It was a warm, almost sultry, Aight, but Ferrier shivered as if with ague as he stood there on the dark landing, watching that thin streak of light under the closed door oppo alte, . BY CYNTHIA GREY ° “We are living in the year 1921, instead of '98,” is one icwrten. neerarnem By RUBY M.AYRES ‘Thru the open| It turned) r Opinions to “Jack” and| “Mr. Twenty-Siz,” who are want an old-fashioned wife. ISS GREY will receive read Looking for New Type of Girt Dear Miss Grey: Iam looking for | | & sweetheart, too, but like the others, | I don’t know where to find her. | 1 don’t want an old-fashioned girl, be- cause 1 am old-fashioned myself, 1 just want a regular — girl, plus one essential quality— the spirit of fight. I have a won derful mother who was a girl of| "98, yet she was not old-fashioned | then or now, She was and ts a fighter, She teaches me that “Faith without works is dead”; also that love that will not fight for the loved | |is a nullity, | So 1 want a fighter, one who will make my fight her fight; one who will teach my children to be fighters, Rt At the Public Dance Dear Miss Grey: Kindly advise me if a party of four, two girls and ltwo young men, respectable people, | go to a public dance, should the girls dance with other fellows at the dance |if they ask*in a nice way? The men went with objected be cause we danced with other boys and | said we were lowered in other peo- ple’s eyes. Please, Cynthia Grey, tell us what you think is right or | wrong. ANNA B. Did not your sense of propriety whisper a warning against dancin | with strangers to whom you had not even been introduced? If not, there is surely something wrong. Your ca- corts were right—your actions were | quite common. Even tho you had) known the men who asked you to) dance, you should not have accepted | their invitations, f your escorts ob- jected. At @ private party or dance, where all the guests were invited, this last would not hold true; but people who have @ regard for the fine points of good form are exceed- ingly particular as to their conduct in public places. His hands were clenched. He could | feel the muscles tightening in his arms as he waited for a repetition of that cry or its answer. He had once half killed a negro out in the back- woods of America for knocking a ‘woman down, and she had been a! stranger, while this piteous cry was in Joan's voice——the voice of the woman he had loved for a few brief days, even if now he had put that love behind him forever. But it was not repeated. Save for the gentle roll of the sea, everything was quict, Ferrier went back to this room leaving the door ajar, and got into some clothes. He knew that fur- ther sleep was impossible. He sat down on the wide of the bed wait: ing for a sound which he knew) must come sooner or later—the | stealthy sound of a step; then he went softly back to the door and) looked out. Joan's brother was| stealing along the passage to his| own room, the streak of light be-| neath the door opposite was ex tinguished. Ferrier gritted his teeth his fingers tingled to be at the man's throat. Impulse urged: bim to go out then and there on the moonlit landing and have it out with him, but prudence made him wait. The time was not yet ripe. Presentiy, the cautious closing of @ door sounded thru the silence. Ferrier waited a moment, then he went out on the landing again, and listened breathlessly outside the room where the streak of light had shown. If she was hurt—if the | brute had dared to lay a finger on jher—, Ferrier’s heart hammered |chokingly in his throat, the blood) |sang in his ears, as thru the shut | door came the muffied sound of sobbing, heartbroken sobbing. A wave of anguish swept over his heart. Whatever she had done, whatever she was, she was only a woman, and weak. He began to remember that in all probability she might have been this man's tool all along—that she might be afraid to resist his will. And yet with al!! the desire of his strong nature, and | all the strength of the muscles Na-| ture had given him aching to defend her, what could he do? He was help- less—powerless#! Once let him show his hand, and the house would be cloned against him forever. He went back to his reorm and flung himself, dressed, face down @ards on the bed. What was the| | s00d of his strength if he might not use it? The swing of the pendulum | [has tossed him back again remorse: Jlewsly, Love for the woman who| |calmly plotting his downfall gripy |him mercilessly. Each sound of her | | muffled sobbing had been like a blow on his aching heart. CHAPTER VII When daylight broke, Ferrier went down thru the silent house and out on the seafront, He felt as if he could breathe there, .He strode along, hatless, thru the chill gray dawn, |his sun-tanned face haggard and| weary. He walked as a man who |tried to outstrip an unwelcome com ie. There was nobody about. Only down on the brown sand a shrimper plodded thru the little waves, push ing, bis net before him, @ mongri | tions, PoR JA WANNA SEE ME THROW MY VOICE OVER T' THAT CHAIR ? WATCU ME MAKE tT Sav l Q ») SAME SERVICE AT THAT OTHER WINDOW, SIR, ONLY ONE AHEAD OF dog yappng thru the water beside him The air was pungent with the smell of seaweed, the grass bordering the harrow footway glistened with dew Ferrier walked to the end of the cliff path and leaned over a roughly- erected fence, lookjng down at the sand and rocks below, It seemed an eternity since that wet morning when he landed in Liverpool. He had lived thru much since then—had crowded more bilter experience into that one fortnight than in all his life before. He thought of Micky’s friend, the real Ralph Hastings, and wondered what he bad thought of him and the abrupt reception he had received from him in the London hotel. He would write to him, even if only for poor old Micky’s sake he would write to him, He remembered the letter which Joan had destroyed. His mouth twisted wryly at the thought. Well, he must write another, that was all, and post it himself, If only she had not opened and read it? If only he had not had the damning evi ce of his own eyes! He turned walked back, He could not bear to think any more He was torn with conflicting emo: She hyd opened his letter and FAIRGAME! |] Taxe a GOON! since WUEN HAVE You BECOME A aids peed We ve THANK “ou, FRIEND, BUT WANT To GBT CUT h PRETTY? QUICK }! Ned to him about it afterward, and yet her sobbing thru the silent night had torn and riven his heart. When he got back to the house the smart maid with the impertinent face was cleaning the step. She stared at him in amazement. After a second whe bade him good mornin, She sniggered a little and cast down her eyes. “You are out early, sir.” “Yes,” said Ferrier, He looked at her distrustfully, He was almost ashamed that he did so, and yet Hastings was not the man to play a game half-heartedly. Ferrier guessed that the smart maid knew more of her master and mistress than he had yet discovered, (Continued Tomorrow) Ham and eggs at Boldt’s—-Adver tsement. 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Do you know any?” “1 know about my great-grand- mother’s little pony,” she an- ewered. “When she was a little girl like me, it was*very, very dong ago, really for, true earlyday times with Indians and trails and just a few white people and every- thing. “She loved to ride for miles thru the forest finding tralls which branched off, discovering new places and new ways to go. | “One day, when she was riding, she had gone @ long, long way from home, and she began to think it was time to turn back, when suddenly, far behind her, she heard the sound of horses’ hoofs. “Get apt Get up, pony? she urged, and the little horse did his best, but his speed was as nothing AN that evening Dot carried with her a suggestion of being about to go off in hysterics if I opened my mouth, The next morning it was the same. She spoke to Edith over the tele phone as I ate my breakfast, I | heard her #ay: “I do wish, Edith, I could tel you what ‘Tom sald last night, It was too delicious for anything, Yes, ab, solutely delicious, I've been laugh- | ing about it ever since, “This afternoon? Yes, I'll be glad, No, I don’t think I'll tell you what Tom said, It was so very funny I think I'll keep it to myself, No, it's going to be a real secret. I wondered whether she would tell. ‘When she came back to the table I said to her coldty: “I'm glad I have been able to af- ford you so much innocent amuse- ment, But don't you think the joke has worn rather thin?" “Please, Tom, don’t make me laugh again.” “You can be mighty sure I won't.” Not another word was spoken at the meal, When I had drunk my coffee I kissed Dot on the forehead VLE PAY You ore Than He'll Tell DIDYA HEAR TT, Pop, OLD MOUNTAINS GET KY GOAT {+ TVE A NOTION TD “TAKE A VACATION Down tl SOME LNELY CITY f ar * Page 385 EVELYN’S GREAT GRANDMOTHER compared with the speed of those nine beautiful horses, “Oh? she thought, Indians don’t go out like that unless they're after something, and I'm so far from home, mother and father will never even know what became of me “ ‘Maybe they'll take me captive, and I sball have to dress like an Indian and be like an Indian all my life, I believe I would rather be killed. “On and on her thoughts flew, and on and on the little horse ran as fast as he could, “But nearer and nearer came the big benutiful horses with their Indian riders—nearer and nearer, length by length, every time she looked back she saw that they were galning, gaining. “Every Indian was whooping and yelling and lashing his horse, and when they were quite near, the foremost of them shot an ar row which fell in the path a few feet ahend of her. “Now they were abreast of her panting pony. And now—without so much as pausing, they cried out: “Good day, Ilttle Indy, you seem to be in a hurry,’ and rode on.” EERE Confessions of a Husband (Copyright, 1921, by N. B.A) of one kind and another without my }own wife trying to make a monkey of me, I had hardly gotten to the office when I was called to the telephone. It was Edith, “ “What on earth did you say to Dot?" she demanded, “Nothing at all—it'e just some nonsense,” “Please te! me,” she begged. “You two women between you will make squirrel food out of me yet,” I complained, “I don't know what I said, and I don't know why she found it so funny, and, anyway, if a free-born American can't be a | humorist in his own home, what is this nation coming to?" 1 spoke in an offhand way, but I} was thoroly exasperated, “You're ertainly touchy | morning, as Edith's comment. | “What right have you to speak to} me so rudely? One would think I were your wife.” “You couldn't be much more trou: | ble if you were," I assured her} cheerfully,» this | GET ANYWHERE! [ WHATDID You SPIT ON YOUR ANDS FOR 2 | feet on the door mat,” Mra. Muskrat went on a’ singing and a’ singing to her little baby muskrat, She sang three verses |about Mr. Sprinkle-Blow, the Weath- lerman, and how kind he was ‘n’ ‘everything. How he locked up Jack | Frost, and Mr. Storm and Old Man Flood, and Sizzly Dry Weather, and Thunderand Lightning, and all the lother Nuisance Fairies, and did everything he could to make it pleas- jant for everybody, She didn't sing about Nancy and Nick because she |didn't know that they had gone to ‘help the Weather Fairy. But she | was going to know it soon, | Every verse she sang got a Uttle bit louder than the one before, be- Leause the nice comfortable house that Mr. Muskrat had made for her and |the babies beside Ripple creek, there |was a roaring which almost drowned the tones of her voice. It sounded like Mr. Storm, somewhat, but Mrs. |Muskrat knew that it couldn't be Mr. Storm when her husband had just been in and said the sun fas 80. DOT REFUSES TO SHARE HER SECRET WITH EDITH cause to get it from her I may have to give some information in ex: change.” There was a meaningful pause, “You refuse? Very well. Good-bye.” She rang off, and I wondered whether she would fulfill her threat. She could certainly cause a lot of trouble if she told Dot that the ac cident to the engine had been a fake, Dot would want to know why I hadn't informed her of it, But how could Edith do this without hurting herself more than she hurt me? I was still angry at Dot because of the way she had made fun of me, I felt that if there were to be any all on one side, (To Be Continued) NEW DOLINGTON HOTEL FIRST AND SPRING Main 2769 $1.00-——-R0OMS——81.00 “Very well; if you won't tell me, I'm sure Dot will, I thought I'd Attractive Sum Rates - Vo Permanent Guests 200 Outside Rooms, New Throughout, and left, J felt Lhad trouble enoush give you @ chance to tell me, be recriminations they would not ve| MY GIRLS BIRTHDAY AND BY BLOSSER VERY! tusts Moos THAN YOUR FATIER CAN BY AHERN THE WUT BROS-CHES > WAL 1 susr PICKED UP A SPADE! “I wish Mr. Muskrat would shake himself and out bright and warm. She went of singing, and this was thé last verse of her song: e “Oh, hush, dartin’, bye, baby Gear, We are happy and safe, never feam Spring is coming now soon, By and by ‘twill be June, When the crickets and sing to the moon, f Jack Frost and his fairies whe love 80 to tease, Have gone to the stars o'er the tops of the trees, Ne’er a storm nor a flood, nor a BIE of bad weather, ; Can hurt us, so cozily huddled te: gether.” ¥ Suddenly she held up one of her feet. “Goodness gracious!” she ex claimed in dismay. "I wish that Mr, Muskrat would shake himself and _ wipe his feet on the dodrmat before he comes into the house, He's got this place dripping wet.” The roaring outside grew louder (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by N. BE, A) © B2”’oa- is all important, iON Islands a 8130 Returns 10100 . Me SUNDAY, JU.