The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 15, 1921, Page 11

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 15, 1921. WV MUMIA WrREY s ner. , _—_———— deal Girl Continues—One Correspond- ent Waxes Poetical To that “Jack” and “Mr. Twenty-Six”: Some day, I pray, you'll find a way To meet “Miss Ninety-Eight”; ’ Discussion of I Of course I know She'll be right up-to-date; But if you do I fear that you Have a long time to wait! Boys, I fear you’re raving As once I used to rave; I know not who has bounced you, Nor what hard bounce she gave; But you talk that And I’ve heard it once too oft— If you want a perfect girl, by jingo, You'd better soar aloft! be you hone for sympathy, And the girl who “understagds”— fat dame who is so expert At the game of holding hands; Sul, sometimes, boys, she's dan- gerous— Perhaps she has wings; She must serve a long apprentice ship Who learns to do such things. singed your Maybe you liked her eyebrows, But wondered how she'd cook— Well, it all depends on whether You'd rather eat—or look. You know that girls are only girls, And life ts only life; If you Want to live, don’t stop to rave, But go pick you a wife. \ As for “Ninety-Eight," whose image In your heart you would implant, if, as she was, you'd meet her, Methinks you would recant! Most like, you'd say, “Take her away— I can't see her at all!” Now, aint it so—you never know Just what will make you fall. NO, 2414. P. S.—Yer talk despite, I dinna bite, T’yve list’ to many another, t Tl bet the lass who lands ye Will not be much like mother! eee Psychology of Clothes Dear Miss Grey: I wish to offer a little compliment and a little criti- cism to “Sunshine’s” ideas. She struck the key-note when she said ft is a girl with a mind like mother that “Jack” and ‘“Twenty.Six” are looking for. I, too, believe it Is a mind and not so much a complexion, an ankle, or a dress, that resembles “THE UPHILL ROAD” meenneesnnens By RUBY M.AYRES (Continued From Yesterday) . Hastings closed the door and » qroased to the spiritetand. “Nice chap, Major,” he said, as he took out giasses. “Fine bridge er—do you care for bridge? I on’t know his friend, but he's sure be a player, or Major wouldn't have brought him down.” “No; I suppose not.” ‘The eyes of the two men met tn | the glass above the sideboard. Fer- smiled. ae nothing of a player,” he said, “If the game's bridge; but anything’! suit me—thanks.” ‘He took the little liquor giass and held it to the light, “Here's luck!” he said, and tossed Off the contents. “Same to you,” said Hasting, heartily. ‘ Ferricr’s mouth twisted into a grin. ‘What a farce it was! It was like a man playing pitchand-toss on a grave, Cool and undisturbed as he ‘appeared outwardly, he wae boiling with wrath and indignation. He thrust his big hands into his pock- ets, and kept them there clenched. Had he been left alone for long with Hastings, nothing could have saved the man from the worst thrashing he had ever had in his life. Ferrier was almost afraid of the intensity of his own feelings. He walked éver to the window and stared out across the sea, He did not even turn round the door opened and the frou- frou of a woman's skirts across the carpet told him that Joan had come in. She ‘crossed the room. He knew that she stood beside him for some moments before she spoke, then— “Mr, Ferrier,” she said. Her voice was low; a disinterested person might have thought it sounded as jf she were afraid, But Ferrier, half- mad with rage and wounded love, heard nothing of the seductive tones that had first won his heart. He looked down at her. His eyes were cold, his lips smiled half con- tuously. vorgen, Miss Hastings!” He looked at her dress—it was the same one had worn that theatre when he first saw her, Its soft folds outlined her slim, pretty * figure, clingingly, her throat rose, white and slender, from some filmy ce. re wonder—” she began faintly, and stopped, “I wonder if—if you will promise me something?” Ferrier turned round sharply and faced the room. He thought that the an Hastings was still there. He was prised to find that he and Joan ere alone. ine never make a promise until I know what it is,” he said. His voice was constrained, his heart was ham- mering in hig throat—he could not at her. Pout in the garden, below the open window, Hastings stood with thg man Major. It was as if the sisht of them had completely metamor- phosed Joan. She no longer looked frightened—there was & patch of color in her face. She leaned her head with almost @ coquettish ges ture against the window frame, look- up at him, Parties had a feeling of physical sickness, He set his teeth hard, the nails of his clenched hands drove into the palms; the fierce yearning help and stand be’ the horrible life he had believed she was forced to live deserted him with rush. His heart felt like a stone in is breast; he no longer pitied, he only condemned her. “What shall I promise you?” he asked lightly. He bent toward her; any one looking up from the garden might have imagined them to be tween her and} | you want her so, “sorehead” lingo, that of mother’s, that they are look- | |ing for. Not a mind that has been developed by the same amount to | |more or no less) of schooling, but }a mind that can perceive and under. |stand the purposes and duties of | life; a heart bent on being good and doing good; a will to accomplish things worthy of merit or value, and ja mind proficient in directing the | wilt But the question is, are there any girls like that to be found? And where? CAn they be found in 1921 ature? I believe there are many good girls ali around us, but as with anything else, the choicer the grade, the fewer there are to be found. Like wise the reverse, Now what Is a 1921 attire? Do most girls wear it. or is tt worn by only a compare tively few? Clothes produce a psychological effect on both the observer and the wearer, Are you girls fully con- scious of this? If so, what are the psychological effects you are trying to produce upon the young men that you are trying to please? “Sunshine” says “there are many fine girls who hide their real selves under a mask of frivolity." May I ask in what way are these girls fine that practice deceit? By your rouge, your dresa, and your actions shall we know you. a. P. had sauntered past, an@ down to the gata “What shal I promtse you? Ferrier repeated, She shrank back from him against the window- frame, her eyes stared into his as if he fascinated her. Suddenly she put up her hands with a@ little cry and abut him out. “Oh, don't look at me Mke that,”|: she said. “Oh, don't” A sudden brutal feeling surged thru Ferrier; he, who once would have given his life for Joan now knew nothing but hate and rage, and a longing to punish her, to humble ber pride—to show her that his was the stronger will—that all her schem- ing and plottings were as nothing to his strength—that he cared nothing —feared nothing. He caught her wrists, dragging her hands down from her face. He held them both tn his big clasp— with his free hand he tilted her white face back, holding it roughly by heB little delicate chin. “You owe me a debt,” he said, hoarsely. “You tried to make a fool of me. I allow no woman to do that. Pay your debt now——" She made no answer—she only stared at him; her face was as white as her frock, but Ferrier only saw the magnetic blue of her eyes—the parted lips that drew him even while they denied him. He laughed—a cruel laugh. “You will not? That is lke @ woman. Very well, then.” He bent his tall head and kissed her twice fiercely on her quivering lps~ rough, brutal kisses that seemed to scorch her. Then he let her go. She fell into @ chair behind her and hid her face on her arms, and Ferrier stood staring down at her, his madness fast dymg from him. He could have fallen at her feet and begged her pardon. He who had never handled a woman roughly in all his life, had insulted the one whom he could have loved better than life itself. He put out @ big hand and touched her. “Miss Hastings" His was hoarse. He felt as a blundering night at the/ schoolboy must do who has inad.| %0Mchalantly. vertently crushed a butterfly, or an angel. <8 And yet—she was no angel, this woman, with her blue eyes and deli- cate little face. He reminded him. self that she had lied to him and deceived him, ang deliberately plot- ted his ruin. “Joan,” he said again, and there was | an agonized pleading in his rough | voice. She lifted her head slowly, she laughed a little broken laugh, then put out her small hand, and laid it over his that wag clenched on the chair back. “Oh, you poor boy—you poor boy,” she sald. The words were little more than a whisper, the small fingers were like a caress on his big hand, |the touch set him trembling like a woman, He would have spoken, but at that moment he heard her broth- |er's voice in the hall; another second and the door was pushed wide. It was growing dusk in the little room. Ferrier moved so that his shoulders screened the girl in the window: there was no sign of agita tion in his face, | “How about this game of cards?” he asked. From his voice one would have imagined he was keen to play. Hastings laughed—a pleased laugh. “My dear boy, after dinner—after dinner. Major and Bennett are huagry, even if you're not. Ab, the gong! Come along, Joan.” But Joan had slipped away. When they entered the dining room she was there at the head of the table, which was beautifully laid with flowers and silver. Skilful HOLD STILL BE SURE AND GET “THE BAT IN, DADDY! lf silver shone in the light of shaded candelabra. Hastings looked round him with pleased eyes. “Ferrier, will you sit next to my sister?” Ferrier had “not glanced tn the girl's direction, He took his seat As he did so he knocked his serviette from the table. He stooped to pick it up, and Joan stooped at the same moment. Their hands met under the table, her fingers seized upon his with shaking eagerness. She forced something into his big palm—it was a tiny folded serap of paper. re 8 To Ferrier the dinner was an un- ending nightmare; he did his best to talk and appear natural; but every word waa an effort. The man Major was most enter- taining. He talked away with hardly a break; he told stories remarkably well, he kept the ball of conversa tidn going from the ,soup to the dessert. Bennett, beside him, was silent and uproarious by turns. He drank more than was good for him; he grew familiar with Jerrier, he called him “dear boy,” and said he was sure they would be great pals. He addressed Joan by her Christian name, and yet he declared he had never met her in his life before. The smart maid who waited at table looked on with a secretive smile. Doubtless she had witnessed many other such dinner parties. Once, when her eyes met Ferrier's, they seemed to hold a world of meaning in their sly depths, He guessed rightly that her loyalty to her master and mistress was a thing to be purchased by the highest bid- der, The note in his pocket burned bim as if it had been a live coal; every second his hand went to it to make lovers, Hastings and the man Major! fingers had been at work—glass and! sure it was still there, He was on THE SEATT TLLGET READY HOW FoR WY VACATION NEXT MONTH © GUESS TUL GOW THE 'ISOMAN MOTEL KT LAKE COTTONGOCK AND STAND OVER “THERE M OLIVIA AND PLL SNAP ONE OF You! LE STAR Olivia Wanted to Look Up-to-Date ° BG OH, DON'T SNAP IT AA Yer, (mM NOT 4 READY ! On Fine! yusT A MROTE TL 1GO IN AND GET A CHAIR! PASS OFF BS “THE SON OF A thorns to know what Joan had writ- ten to him, He remembered that she had begun to ask him to promise her! something, and that when she saw Major and her brother in the garden below the window, she had stopped | abruptly, her manner had changed entirely. He would have gtven a great Geal now to know that the missing re volver reposed safely tn his hip pocket. It seemed hours before Joan rose from the table. Ferrier was nearest the door, and he got up clumsily, and held it wide for her. She never glanced at him as she went from the room. She looked back over her shoulder with a smile toward Major, who was leaning back in his chalr watching her with a fatuous smile on his handsome face. Major certainly was @ handsome man, of the type of a hero of melo drama; black-eyed, black-mustached, he smiled a great deal. He wore a very fine diamond ring on the litle finger of his left hand. Bennett looked common and in- significant next to him: he had thin hair, inclined to be sandy, and shif- ty eyes behind spectacles, His hands were small and skillful-looking, and he had a large mouth and rather weak, loose lps. (Continued Tomorrow) Nabiac mdy y Nee TABLETS= ht NR Tonipht- |Get all Tomorrow Feel Right |25 Box OPPORTUNITY NTADSB 12, / FRIENDS AD, CLASSMATES! « WE ARE. LEAVING THE HARBOR OF SCHOOL “To 4 SAIL OUT ON “THE SEA ON BOISE CREEK One morning tp summer the lit- tle family got up early and ate breakfast before the sun was fairly up. A pack was ready—e small one —with just provisions enough for one, for two or three daya, and the father was about ready to go. “Now you think we may surely expect you back by Friday night?” the mother asked, and she tried to make her voice sound very steady and brave. “Friday night,” he assured her. “I ought to be able to make Slaughter by dark; I'm getting such an earty start.” (Slaughter was the name they gave to what we now cafl Auburn) “Then a day from there to Seattle, one day in town and then two back—yes, I surely ought to be back Friday night” George walked with him as far as he was allowed to go, remind. Rng him every few steps of things he was to be sure and re- member to buy. “Take care of mother, boy,” the father said, “and if anything hap- pens, Ose your head, You aren't big enough yet to do very much in a fight, but you can keep quiet and not get frightened if any- thing happens while I'm gone.” George trudged off alone thru the woods, feeling pretty big. He was to take care of mother and he.was getting to be a big boy. He branched off from the main trail as he neared the house to a favorite spot of his own; it was a huge stump, the inside of which was all burned away and it made a wonderful place for a boy to Play tn. In it he had his treas urea, such as all boys have whether they lived tn pioneer days or are living now. He looked around and saw that it was gs he had left It and as nobody but George and the chip- munks and the birds seemed to know about the hollow stump, he felt quite sure it would remain so, Well, that night when it was all dark and the door was fasten- ed_as well as it could be, George and his mother heard stealthy footsteps around their cabin and whispered words and heavy breathing. They didn’t sleep much, but when morning came they were safe and but for many footprints about the door yard, would have thought they had dreamed the sounds. Again the second ntght they heard the notses and when it was light there were no Indians to be seen. “We cannot stay here and be safe,” the mother said. “Either they will* break in or burn the house.” So in the evening, before it was dark, George took his mother to the hollow stump, and when the Indians broke into the cabin they found nothing—no living soul at home and whatever harm they - meant.to do—they failed to ao complish. SRR ERE Confessions of a Husband 385. The waiter no sooner had brought the check for the luncheon than I remembered. There was no need to reach into my pocket. It contained only a soll- tary dollar bill. I could have kicked myself. Before going out I had meant to have a check cashed, but I had been in ich a hurry that it had slipped my mind. “What's the matter?” asked Edith, noting my expression. “Was my ap- petite so terribly expensive?” “Worse than that!" I groaned. “T forgot to get some money before I left the office. I guess I'll have to leave my watch here until I can come back with some cash.” “Ig your reputation here as bad aa that?” “It's worse than bad. It doesn't exist all in this restaurant, for I don't ordinarily eat here.” “Well, you'll have to let me stand treat.” jot a chance of it.” . “At least let me lend you» the money.” “No, I'll. leave my watch.” “Dov't do anything as silly as that. You'll have to make @ lot of (Copyright, 1921, by N. & A) EDITH COMES TO MY RESCUE explanations to the head waiter and the proprietor or possibly to a cop. I'll lend you the money.” She was fumbling in her bag. The next moment I felt her hand touch my knee under the table. I obedi- ently put down my hand and re- ceived a banknote. I wasn’t sure, but I thought there was the sug- gestion of a squeeze at the same time. f 1 tossed the $10 bill to the waiter and in @ moment was given a plate- ful of change. “If you will come back to the of- fice with me for a moment,” I told HKdith, “I'll get a nice, crisp yellow- back for you and repay you at once.” “No, indeed, I won't take even the change now. I'm going to embarrass you some more by making you pay BY ALLMAN 1 DION’T HAVE { THE SOCIETY POSE. oon! o BB e WERE GONNA ASK ME I WAS BUSY SWATTING FLY- LEAFS WIE LIBRARY? breath on everything. How Old Man Flood got up to the sky again, no one told me, eo I can- not tell you, but anyway he went, and as Jack Frost hurried around \from place to place, blowing his breath on everything and putting the ice-stoppers back into place, «the water in Ripple creek got lower and lower and less yellow and muddy, un- til the stream looked quite like its old beautiful self again. They do say that Torty Turtle and some of his ancestors were swept right down to the river and almost out to sea, and that, traveling so slowly 'n’ all, the way they do, they haven't quite got back home yet. But isn't it a good thing that Jack Frost put a stop to things when he did, as Sprinkle-Blow told him? For if the turtle family had been carried all the way out to sea there isn't any doubt that their health would have been ruined. Salt water ts good for some turtles, but not for Torty’s kind, and you know and I know that seawater is as salty as bacon. All the water folk were put to it me back tm front of Dot and George.” “That won't bother me in the least,” I assured her jauntily. “I'm sorry, tho, that I was chump enough to forget to take some money with me. If they had jugged me, would you have accompanied me to prison?” “Not I, but I would have bobbed up at the trial to testify to your black past and to ask the judge to give you the limit.” “That's reassuring.”” “But in other respects you make ® charming host. Perhaps I will) take advantage of your hospitality again.” ter fortified with cash.” “That isn't saying you'll be glad to take me to luncheon again.” “What's the need of saying the »bvious?” “I hope you are going to give @ full account of this occasion to your wife.” “You bet I am! Do you think I “If you do, I'll promise to be bet-)! / DOES WATER BONING wl THE, DCOMOTNE MAKE We. R ‘ EM Jack Prost hurried around from place to place, blowing to find thetr own homes again, amd Phil Frog and his wife are still try ing to find some of their lost tad pole children. Phil 1@ worried for fear their tails will shrink and thelr legs grow in without him being th to see, and, as he says, what's t use of having @ family if you watch {t grow up? 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