The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 14, 1921, Page 11

aCynthia Grey: Another Batch of Answers to “Mr. Jack” and ‘Twenty-Six” © Dear Cynthia Grey: Mr. ‘Rs well ask for a girl of the s We find it an impossibility to “Pwenty-Six” and “Jack” might tone age as for one of '98, for reverse old Father Time. It is true that years do change the styles of dress, but please tell me, would you be satisfied with the dress of our Mothers, who, with all their attempt at grace, met their Wa- | terloo in the long hoop skirts? ' Do you really, fellows, away down deep in your hearts, e the girls of today for trying to eliminate the discom- orts of poor old '98 by shortening their apparel? “Mr. Jack,” do you think for a inute, if by experiment, men found pants more comfortable than © kind they now wear that they whi shrink from the change for ; ty'’s sake? I am afraid not, In George Washington's time they e short pants, but the substitu for those of the present was @ for that little freedom that the} of tOday are hunting for—olid Pnfort. [Rouge ts a fad which I think will short-lived, if we all get together d knock it. believe there ts still hope, boys. is true that there are plenty of ficial flowers, yet do not think & second that the natural flow are all dead. The Cynthia Grey ins do prove that there are still nty of young women who love a and children, and # loving hus- d, as well as the daughters of ‘There are two kinds of girls—the that is a gold mine within her Hf, and the other resembling & ne which has been salted to de the eye. The victim's dreams great riches soon succumb to of reality. The mind turns out} be nothing but worthless rock. It up to you to make your own de. Look for “that something” hich in reality is true love, Make urself worthy and perhaps you find it in the form of '98. . Miss Grey: I am a regular of your column and have read letter which “Twenty-Six” has ten. I certainly agree with him Most cases, altho he might term as “One of Them.” In nearly case, girls think that life is worth living unless they can what they call a good time. Sometimes it ts very hard for 8 pectable girl to choose the right to same. Upon reading the letter I Was so “het up” that if “our boy” could have been near there would jbe no doubt in his mind now as to the kinds of girls there are in this world. But surety, if he has been reading the answers, his ideas are somewhat changed, for there have been good ones. 1, at least, was all satisfied and quieted down until tonight's paper came. I can't imagine what is the matter with the girl “Eighteen.” You never hear a man downing another man; he is sure to give you }some good point about him. But |leave it to a woman to down a wom- jan, When men down women and women down women, how in the world can we expect our women or girls to amount to much of any | thing? 1 don't believe we shall have to go to church to find only our good girts, as someone suggested. Nor are there only a few good girls in this world. In fact, I have a “whole raft" of friends and they are all good girla Of course, you must remember that | “there is a Iftie bit of bad in every good little gir.” If there wasn't you wouldn't want her, at least I wouldn't. I have tried all my life to “get in with the bunch” down home, but I didn't succeed very well. I tried lseveral churches, but didn’t have I didn’t blame it on the DOINGS OF THE DUFFS NOW ou SEE, YOU LOOKED UP AGAIN AND You'RE OVER IN THE ROUGH! WELL, You PLAY ALONG fu eno ir! STAR Violets On, HELEN! DID You FINDIT? in the Rough You CERTAINLY PICKED OuT A FINE PLACE TO | HAVEN'T STARTED To Look Ie] YET-1 WAS PICKING TH GEE WIZI, Tas- WUATCHA CRYIN’ FoR? You AINT SCARED, ARE You? SOMEBODY SAID ID ‘\Eeeg GET CRAMPS OUTHERE- Gost ] + TL WONDER “MEY “TASTE ANTHING LIKE ‘* 7 WONDERFUL VIOLETS! BY BLOSSER BY AHERN THE MUT BROS -CHES & WAL- BECAUSE ITS ACCUSTOMED TO ppanions. The outside appearance |any luck. make you think her to be a|other girls, tho I generally couldn't ce, respectable girl, one who, as/mix. I can't pretend. I live and act nty-Six” says, favors a home,|as I feel. I have @ friend here and . loving husband and the bet. | there, the staunchest of friends, but | sila things of life; but there is an old ng, “Beauty ts only skin deep.” And so tt comes to the respectable How is she going |not being able to get together, we never had « hilarious time. When I went away, to school I lived in a dormitory, and this ts what I wrote back to mother: “It seems as if all of the good girls from high schools had been separated and placed here together.” It's true |THE UPHILL ROAD” Comoran nese armen By RUBY M.AYRES (Continued From Yesterday) seemed to avoid him for the/the other with .a sudden sense of | inder of the day She was preparing for their guests, so ings said. He himself hardly Ferrier for an instant. free moment in which to write Micky. He felt that he wak kept under surveillance, dowed. It did not alarm him in “Wie \cast, but it made his blood E il. By the time settling day came, ae ¢ calculated that he would have _AS heavy score to wipe off against man. ie [it was 6 in the evening before WEEe managed to get away from Has- =. He went up to his own oom, locked the door, tore off his t, and flung it across the room. [ Once again he felt the need of { physical violence. He doubled fists and ground his teeth yn he langhed, catching sight of fierce reflection in the looking- After all, it was only a ion of a few days at most, when the time came he would in compound interest for the reed restraint. thought of Joan—of the de way she had championed y—Micky, who had saved her at f] tb a! , Ferrier tramped the room agitated It was odd that Micky had not tioned the coincidence. He cer- inly was a modest chap, but then ey had been such pals. If only te could get hold of Micky—if only could send that cable, and get an er, Sudden resolve seized upon He took paper and pen and tbbled another letter. It carried much the same import as the ne which Joan had destroyed, but lwas more urgent. He again requert. b@ Micky to cable its receipt, and he lated that he should hear—with k—in a fortnight. The only ques- n was, could he play the game of ff tor so long? Could he effectu- hold these people at bay until had positive proofs of the fraud his possession? He was a strong n, but the weak spot in his armor Joan, and he knew it quite well. the worst came to the worst, and flung herself upon his mercy— shrugged his shoulders—he hated if for the vacillation which thoughts of her brought to him hb. He poured out some cold er and dipped his head into it. brushed his hair, put on his cout nd slipped down thru the house and } the red pillar-box in the wall. He ipped the letter to Micky into By and retraced his steps, house again a ' e | bitter. en got out. They did not glance in Ferrter’s @iregtion, but he could see their faces ed quite distinctly from where he stood. ’ One man was tall and thin, with | lack hair and a pale, handsome face, i and the other——. Ferrier stared at shock, for he had seen him before. He had crossed from Quebec with He hadjhim on the same boat, he had been’) invited to play baccarat with him, and refused, and had learned after. | wards that the man was a notorious card-sharper, CHAPTER VIII. The nerves of strong people are steadied by shock. Richard Ferrier had never felt more cool and collect: led than when he strode up the nar- row garden path in the wake of the |two men, and overtook them. at the |door where Hastings was welcoming | them, | Aeross the shoulder of the tall, |thin man the eyes of Hastings and Ferrier met. The elder man rushed linto effusive speech— “Well met, all of you. Major, this is Ferrier—Richard Ferrier—Micky’s |old friend from Canada, I have told |you of the lucky chance which threw us together. You know Micky, don’t you? You remember him staying with us down at High Chimneys?” Major turned slowly, and extended a womanish-looking hand to Ferrier, “Oh, ah—yes,” he said, with rather a drawl “Pleased to meet you. Good boy?” “He was very fit when I left him six weeks ago. We little thought |then that I should be so fortunate jas to meet his little gang of friends in this manner.” . If Ferrier used the word “gang” with no particular inference, its ef- fect wag none the less magical. Hastings caught him up sharply— “My dear chap, what a, word!” errier met his eyes innocently. “Pardon,” he said easily. “I meant |no offense, My manners have lost most of the polish they ever had, out there. Micky has often chaffed me labout {t.” He turned to the shorter man, who had stood by looking rather uneasy. Major introduced Ferrier. “My friend Bennett—Mr. Ferrter.” “I guess we've met before,” said Ferrier, “No?” he asked, as the jshorter man shook his head. “My mistake, then, But I thought abe came home on the same boat with me from Quebeo—not the same name tho, now I come to think. How are you?" The two men shook hands. Has tings led the way into the house, “You'll like to go to your rooms. Dinner will be ready in half an hour. Fer come and have a gin-and- you must do justice to Joan's dinner tonight.” He linked his arm tm Ferrter’s, drawing him into the small smoking room, leaving the other two to be shown upstairs by the smart maid, (on tuued Tomorrow) old sport, Micky; how is the dear| WHAT'S THe [DEAS 1 was he rod YES, 1 CAN STANO A LITTLE KIDDING, ||@uT Not FROM ANY ME KIND OF STUFF AS HAIRED AS You DO Bidg., between Madiaon and Spring, over the * Pig’n Whistle, TAKE ELEVATOR BOOT THAT TAKES THE Your new all-wool Suit need cost only A Moderate Price, and on Credit, Too Because of the all-wool fab- ric and fine tailoring longer wear is insured. You'll find a wide range of colors and styles in every size. Boys! Your mother can buy you a Suit to YOUR LIKING And With Two Pairs of Pants A Suit that looks better and lasts longer and in the new- est swagger cuts for all- round wear. @ Credit at Cherry’s QJ ar. By Mabel CI Page 389 BOISE Botse creek is a clear mountain stream, winding its tumbling way down thru a region of well-tilled acres of farmland and prosperous country neighbors. On its grassy banks, picnic parties like to spread their feasts and lovers stroll up the little gorge and build air castles while they watch the rapid flow of the little creek. That ts now. Bolee creek 46 years ago was the same tumbling little strenm of crystal water, and its banks were grassy and beautiful, but back and back on eithd side of it, stretched the forest. And if lovers strolled down the little gorge, they were Indian lovers who knew nothing at all of tilled fields and painted houses with smooth "floors and shiny windows, Into that forest George came with his father and mother. He was just a little fellow, and his boy mind was full of ques- tions, “Mother,” he said, “when all my clothes wear out, where’ll I get some more?’ And hig mother said, “I don’t know, son.” And then George said, “And when we eat up all the things we CREEK brought will we have to eat deer meat and fish and things?’ And this time his father heard him. “It isn't as bad as it seems, box,” he said. “Not 60 miles away there is quite a city, Seattle, they call it, and when we need clothes or groceries I can go get them.” Now 50 miles: sounded to both Jeorge and his mother like an endless trip and they felt quite serious about it But after a while they grew used to things and the boy helped to make the beginning of the trail which would lead them to the lit- Ue city where they could buy anything they needed. The Indians were much inter- ested in the white child and his mother, for while other white men had passed thru that country and there were a few settlers, in all that Boise creek country for niles around there was not, and never had been, another white woman. The Indians watched her, They were not at all sure they liked having a white man settle down like that in their forest, and so they watched and wondered. When George was at play he would look up sometimes to see a brown face peering at him from the bushes. ‘When the mother was at her housework, she often had them come and alt silently and watch, with a strange look of hate in their eyes. “I flew out to sea in my magic umbrella” “Please! begged Nancy, when Mr. Mnskrat began to scold the fairy- weatherman for letting Ol Man Flood out. “If you please, it wasn’t his fauit at all. It was Nick's fault und mine.” “Who's Nick?’ asked Mr. Musk- rat. “My twin brother,” explained Nancy, “and he’s gone to see if Old Man Flood broke down Builder Beav- er’s dam. We went up to the sky to hunt up Mr. Sprinkle-Blow, the Weatherman, and by mistake we opened the wrong door, Old Man | Flood got out before we could shut it again.” Just then Nick came in sight. He was pretty wet, but shouted joyous- lly when he saw them. “Hello, every body,” he cried. “Builder Beaver’s dam is all right so far, but if Old Man Flood keeps up his pushing longer, I'm afraid it will break thru. “Well, well, well! said Sprinkle- Blow in a relieved voice, mopping (To Be Continued) 5 ae iad his brow with a red hanky. “Things are turning out much better than I Confessions of a Husband (Copyright, 1981, by N. BA) 34, IN LOVE WITH—WHAT? ‘We were soon seated at a table in the chophouse, “What did your father have to say?” I asked rather anxiousty, It was more important than ever that I get that position in his new com pany. “He has practically made up his mind,” said Edith, “that you are the man for the place, but—* “But what?" “But he Is not absolutely sure that you want it.” . “Isn't the fact that I am willing to take it proof enough of that?” “Not for’dad. I suppose he's something of a crank. But he likes to feel that the men under him are, as he puts it, completely ‘sold’ on their jobs.” I whistled softly. “I suppose that’s a good idea.” “He says it has worked out well. He doesn't want a man simply be- cause the man wants a job £ a good salary. He wants to feel /that the man is in love with his work, or at least that he is ready to put up a pretty good bluff at being so." “Shbduld I go and tell him that I om in love with his: ~ “His daughter?” “sto, confound it,” and I tried hard |net to laugh, “with his blooming |concern and the idea of putting a little motion picture machine into every American home.” “Not exactly. What he said to me, and I think it’s a good idea, is that you should write him a letter, ex- plaining your interest in the com- pany, its product, what you conceive |to be fts selling field, and, in fact, any other suggestions that occur to you.” “I guess I can do that, all right.” “Don’t be too enthusiastic about being in love with the idea,” Edith cautioned. “People have said some mean things about my father, but I don't know of anyone who has called him a fool. If you aren't careful he | will think you are putting on and will simply discount everything you say.” | “But if I'm not enthusiastic enough. he won't think I’m ‘sold’ on the job.” “That's just it. Somehow or other you have to steer a middie,course. I know dad pretty well; perhaps you Ubad better let me see the letter be- fore you send it—I'll be able to spot any phrase that would be likely to rub him the wrong way.” “That's mighty good of you.” And indeed it was very decent of Edith to go to so much bother. I was in- clined to forget everything else. After all it isn’t what people say, but what they do that_counts, and Edith was certainly proving herself a real friend both to me and to Dot. For the rest of the meal we laughed and chatted like old com- rades. (To Be Continued) WE HAVE RECENTLY ADDED 1,500 NEW BOXES TO OUR MODERN SAFETY DEPOSIT VAULTS. Come and examine our equipment for the safekeeping of bonds and other valuable papers. Entrance corner Second ave. at Pike st. PEOPLES SAVINGS BANK is expected. I flew out to sea bef tongs claorchiag i wee aaartoed i on his piece of ice, but he there, ‘The ice that he was having — his party on bad only gone as 5 See: as the river and stuck behind a rock, I helped them all ashore, so safe. Now then, Jack Frost, it's time for you to get busy. You make things pretty cool, but you're a sight: safer than that rascal, Old Man Fleod. And you're the only one whe can undo his work. Now go and hunt,up all the little atreams and blow your breath on them. In- stantly the icestoppers will fly back into place and the water will stop, and Old Man Flood will see that his good time is over and sneak back up® to the sky where he belongs. We shall take good care that he doesn’$ get out again this year.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1931, by N. E. A) GIRLS! 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