The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 17, 1921, Page 15

of to ask “Mr. Twenty of ‘98. is to me that about Meive charmer, toddling , | would like to s: day as in ‘98, many of they are not. Just notice, the young fellow of to his best giri to a movie gers along by poot” dangling from his ing clouds of smoke and on entering the himeelf, puts his arm yshoulders, lets his head Inst hers, and tries in @t least it seems that ber look as ridiculous show he takes her to a ments. He at on Nght another “ciguroot osite her, and blows her face, while she gasps thru the ordeal. Was ‘custom of 98? Echo answers out and have any enjoy- to put up with just that rtainment, or . ‘Twenty-Six,” you ap- te be much overburdened Tt is indeed a very poor ’ patinia Grey: Dpth Letter to Boys of 1921, From a Boy owing to changes in fashion. he, ete are the young men of today like the young, her) then the girls of today, in| stay at) PAE UPHILL ROAD” 98 T have read all the answers to “Twenty- as they have appeared in The Star and how much he knew about that time he was only a very around, with a Teddy bear in } be and an all-day sucker in the other. y that there are just as good them, altho they may look dif- But they are here just | ISS, GREY, will receive rena | exw of this department at The Star office on Tuesdays from 9 to 4, and at times by ap- Please do pet come type of girl that Is not far ahead of |the average man. If she fs not, the Jchances are quite apparent that she can trace her position to some of the so-called “lady killers” of today. No, Mr. Twenty-Six,” the young men of today are far young men of ‘98, and just as far removed from the girls of 1921. So if you would liké to know what | is the matter with the girls of today, {simply consult your mirror, it is all in evidence. Change yqur “rough-neck™ style and “cave-man” tactics of today; go lnack to the conventions of ‘98, and your search for your dream girl will soon end, Try it. A BOY OF ‘98. Bt, Hodder @ Stoughton) By RUBY M.A YRES From Yesterday) up from the armchair. Major on ona side. we you-to amuse your she said. “Good night, ev yr shut behind her. sank into the chair she had looks seedy,” he said care Hastings. “You ought to away.” Hastings took another ‘@ silver box on the table. ge abroad in the autumn. ‘will set her up.” “arrange to come along = gaid Ferrier deliberately. Mionths will have done me I'm thinking. In fact, t stay so long, only I'm one.or two visits” dropped the match he Pe queried sharply. = his shoulders. al But a man turned up ‘we left London—never seen nd he gave me an in- boy" The concern in voice was genuine enough “I thought you were booked ‘@ month at least, Joan will ppointed.” ‘was an awkward silence. Pre very good,” said Ferrier “But a month's a real long may be stumped by then.” ‘men laughed. \ | don’t buy your welcome with Where, my REET d warmth, not suggesting that I did.” Bes eves twinkled. “But wait to borrow a ten-pound note,| he| ay how you like that” wings laughed. d be welcome,” he said. tt had fallen asleep in his His head was twisted into an) uncomfortable position, th wide open, and he f stentoriously. ganed forward and dug him bs. up?” Jaa little man moved, groaned, Mistarted up, his eyes wild Ip a lie.” he said violently rself.” 2” said Major sharply. He friend with an ungentle ennett, wake up!” le man spluttered, choked, hook himself free. He glared the room at the three men n almost animalish ferocity jhe laughed weakly, stupidly ming-—been dreaming.” BA foolishly. was damp with perspiration, tossed off the contents of a ¢ Major thrust into his hand hy dream,” he echoed, smiling BE loose, nervous lips. ’ jer turned away and picked up cards, which Bennett had fed down. felt physically sick. For him Phe would not have cared. He “been used to hard cases and b characters all his life. But n should be forced to mix he g such as these—pander to! ‘smile at them, and heaven knew what besides—goaded o fury. As soon as he could @ without exciting comment, he 4 himself and went up to his y br shook him by the hand heart \] HB have my revenge tomorrow,” j d, laughing. time you like,” Ferrier an- laconically. hen he got up to his room he Fino attempt to undress. He 4 both windows wide and lit a Pattiirs he could still hear the ur of voices, and occasional f glasses. He wondered what ‘were talking about. He smiled nly, recalling the manner in t Bennett had inadvertently m himself away when he awoke his sleep. Ferrier was positive was the same man against e had been warned on the Mie over from Quebec. ‘True, t himself “Bennet is as Ai, to easy remembered the money in his pocket. With sudden be turned it out and count I promised to go on there | boy,” said Hastings | He wiped his brow,| lying | ed it There were two fivepound notes and one ten-pound note, and a | handful of gold and silver coin. Fer- rier smiled as he counted them. A piece of sugar with which to entice | the bird into the cage—the balg for the unsuspecting quarry. What a farce it all was, and what a fool | they must take him fort He glanced at his watch. It was 2 o'clock. The voices below ceased. | the house was very silent. Outside | the sea broke softly on the sands Ferrier threw off his coat and boots and Nung himself down on the bed. He told himself that sleep was impossible, and yet before his head |had hardly touched the pillow, he was fast asleep. He woke early, washed, changed his suit for the old bagsy tweeds in which he had arrived in Engtand, and went out into the sunny morn- ing. Down on the sands Ferrter found the bare-footed boy, Peter, with & huge shrimping net. Ferrier stopped to speak te him At first the boy was inclined to be sullen. He answered in monosyila- bies, his brows lowering. He seemed to distrust Ferrier, but he bright- | ened a little when Ferrier pulled | half a sovereign from his pocket and | gave it to him. | He dropped the net, spun the coin in the air, and caught it In his teeth | srinning. Then hig face changed all at once, the old scowl returned and his sullen eyes flashed fury at Fer- | rier. “Garn!" he said, with a snarl, ‘oo yer gettin’ at?” He threw the | coin savagely on the wet sand at ‘Bad! echoed Richard Ferrier in- credulously. coin from the sand at his feet, turned it over and over in his big palm. The boy, watching him with eyes of sullen suspicion, saw the sudden tightening of his lips and the mus- | cles of his lean, brown face. He | slipped the coin back into a pocket. “You're quite right,” he said. “It is bad. I'm sorry—here!” He gave the lad some loose coins and strode away abruptly toward the cliff path. When a bend in the rocks hid him from sight, Ferrier stopped and took | from his pocket the handful of coin and notes which he had won the previous night from Hastings and | Major. He felt them between j finger and thumb, scrutinizing each | carefully, but it was 12 years since he had any intimate knowledge of English money. He could not tell with any degree of certainty whether | coins or notes were spurious. He put them carefully away in a sepa rate pocket and went slowly back to | the house. Major lolled in the open | doorway. removed from the “Good luck to ‘ee, sir,” he said.) He stooped, and snatching up the| | | | | white flannels, with a broad crimson | PAYING CASH THIS, reve PLEASE ¢ FILLING STATION VOUR MOTUER TELLS ME NECK AND EARS YESTERDAY. You KNow WHAT You RAZTTUNS MACK SON 4U3T TO odd ESR: MS SOMETHING UKG THIS —— THE SEATTLE STAR You REFUSED To WASH YouR. ~ TT (eee ae oe S RS IT e088 ue Ger tt FROM JACK SQON— HE CAN TEL A STORY blurrHouT, “I'm awfully sorry,” he stammer- ed at length. “I really can't manage it. You--you quite cleared me out last night. I'm awfully sorry; per- haps our friend Hastings Fertier rose to his feet. He stifled He looked very smart in|a yawn. “Oh, don’t bother! I dare say some |sash round his slim waist. «He|one down in the village——’ He smoked a, clgaret in a gold-tipped| turned into the house. holder. “Um hungry.” When he saw Ferrier he waved a languid hand. “What energy! You {make me feel positively exhausted Been for a di No.” Fe Major followed him into the sunny breakfast room. mart maid, resplendent in a chic ler sat down on the) lilac cotton frock, had just brought |low stone coping which flanked the| iq several very appetizing dishes. | stepa, | He filled his pipe mechanically and | struck a match on the step. It flared jand went out; he struck another | with the same result, She bade Ferrier a subdued “good morning.” She looked at him from her beadlike eyes with a world of meaning. Again Ferrier experienced the feeling that hers was an alle Major watched him with a sleepy| giance to be sold to the highest bid {smile in his dark eyes he said suddenly. “Try this,” der, He looked after her as she left the room with a whisk of her lilac He handed Ferrier a small electric} skirts. | lighter. | “Thanks.” Ferrier took it, lit his | pipe, and examined the little case in- terestedly ver seen a thing like said, “Real dandy, he “Yes; little Joan gave it to me.” | “Ah!” Ferrier’s was non- commital, his hand quite steady as | he handed back the little toy, but his voice eyes were dark with oncentrated | fury. He puffed savagely at his pipe for a few seconds, then, “By the| | way,” he said ddenly, “if it's not inconveniencing you, would you mind changing that 10-pound note you handed to me last night? I'm a bit short of loose coin.” He turned deliberately as he spoke nd looked up at Major's face Major had taken his cigaret from tween his lips. His dark eyes | stared down at Ferrier blankly from the pallor of his face. For the mo: peeaie he wd lost complete control of | m bimself, . Hastings and Bennett came down together. The latter looked smal! and common, his eyes were puffy, and he yawned every few seconds loudly. Hastings wore a pale gray suit and a flower in his He apologized for his sister's absence; he said that she had a head: There was an anxious line betw his eyes as he spoke. “Poor little Joan,” said Major lightly “I thought she looked seedy last night," He helped himself to) toast and m He said that he hated br that if he had his way he would wipe it from the day's menu He ce idered the French idea of coffee and rolls the only possible solution of the diffi culty. He watched Ferrier enviously, as he made a hearty meal of ham and eges. Hastings. himself only made a pretense of eating, As oon as the 1 was over he excused himself, @ad the three men were Icit alone, A big bow! of roses | stood in the center of the table. The} en | Well, what's the program?” Major | lit another cigaret—he was hardly ever without one. “We seem to be left to our own devices.” “I'm going for a dip,” said Fer- rier. Hie rightly guessed that he | would be allowed to go unaccom- panied. But when he was out of sight of the cottage, he left the nar- row path which wound down to the seashore, and struck upwards to- ard the village, Before he had gone y far, he saw the smart maid coming toward him, She was walk- ing quickly, but she relaxed her steps | when her eyes fell on Ferrier. “Good morning, mc fleur.” She was no more French than any | other daughter of an Kast End cloth- lier, but she admired the French im- mensely. She took great pains to | speak with the correct amount of | broken English. Born into a higher sphere, she would have made a most successful adventures, As it was, she had done exceedingly well for a girl who had been born and bred in | one of the worst alleys in Shoreditch. “Good morning,” said Ferrier brusquely. He did not trust this smart, darkeyed woman who fa vored him with such meaning glances, He would have passed her jin the narrow roadway, but she stopped deliberately. | “You go to the village, sir?” In | her anxiety to detain him she forgot her little affectations. | “Yew,” said Ferrier, He halted and looked down at her from his | height. “How is Miss Hastings? asked abruptly It was exactly what she had in tended him to ask her, She cast her »e-black eyes up to heaven and ges-| lated with her small, expressive ! She ts tl!" ! Ferrier caught her up sharp-| ly. His strong face paled a little. | The eyes of the smart maid gleamed * PRIMING Ez his head. Now this was the letter that Ben Bunny had written to Mr. Sprinkle- Blow, the fairy Weatherman, Nick opened it and read it out loud. It said: “Dear Mr. Sprinkle-Blow: F “Would you please mind sé¢nding some real good growing weather? Mr. Sun has been nice ever since Farmer Smith sowed his seeds in the sass-patch garden, and he means well, but he's taken every speck of dampness out of the ground, and the seeds can't grow at all. Worst of anything, tho, the breeze comes along and sees the dry little seeds lying on the ground like pepper, and blows them all aw You know how little lettuce seeds are and car. rot seeds, too—they're about the lit- tlest_of any—and so they blow away the Aittckest and the farthest. And they are the things that I like the best. Won't you please, sir, make triumphantly. Ferrier was quick to see the change. He had graduated quickly in his knowledge of women in the past few weeks. His face hardened. The old overwhelming suspicion crowded into his mind. “Like mis- tress, like maid,” somewhere he had heard the old adage. “I am sorry to hear that,” he added stiffly. “I hope she will soon be better.” He strode off, leaving the girl staring after him; then she laughed, shrugging her thin shoulders. “What a man!” she said admiring: ly. She tripped on down the path toward the cottage. Ferrier’ entered the first shop he came to in the village. A flaxen- haired young woman came forward at the sound of the tinkling bell;) she looked at Ferrier with eyes of undisguised admiration. Ferrier asked an abrupt question. “Is there a bank in this village?” “Oh, yes, sir.” She came from be-| hind the counter to stand beside him at the open door and pointed across the road. “The corner house, sir; the one with blinds and a big brass plate.” “Thank you.” He strode off in the direction she indicated. Ferrier pushed open the swinging door of the small bank, letting it fall to so heavily behind him that it swung in and out several times diz- zily, as he strode up to the counter. | A businesslike-looking clerk with a large bald head and a scratchy quill pen was making entries in a huge led: He looked up thru glasses at Ferrier, he stowed the pen away behind a loose ear and began} Tragedy in Six Cylinders Yes, But Promises Don’ to look interested, (Continued Tommorrow BLOW OUT t Hold Good That Long FRECKLES was MosT UNQULY TO-DAV eT WISH YOUD TAKE UW TD THE “THE EGG TWAT PARKS WS FEET IN THE MIDDLE. “Good lands!” cried Sprinkle-Blow, clapping his hands to it sprinkle soon so the seeds will stick and grow, We do like lettuce so well, and carrots are better than ice cream and cake, Blossom and 1 think, altho we are partial to sweet new pea-leaves just a-coming thru the ground. But peas are not plant- ed yet, besides being so heavy ‘n’ all —the peaseeds, I mean—they don't blow away: Besides Farmer Smith plants them away down in where the breeze can’t blow them away. Now if you would just send a nice shower to wet the ground, and then keep old Jack Frost away, Blossom and I will be having some lettuce for our Sunday dinner week after next. We're terribly tired of bark 'n’ buds ‘n’ winter stuff, altho we've n lucky in finding clover and plantain. “Yours expectantly, “BENJAMIN B. BUNNY.” “Good lands!” cried Sprinkle-Blow, clapping his hands to his head, “here I've gone and sent Jack Frost everywhere.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Newspaper Enterprise.) “I went to bed,” continued Mr. Abrama, “but I couldn't sleep; over and over in my mind I was working on that problem and I could see the mother’s anxious, distressed face, and I just deter- mined that before I slept I would find a way out. Who chopped down that cherry tree? “When morning came, I said, ‘I want to see all of you children right after breakfast." I had my plan. “I got a glass of clear, cold water and over the top of it I put a piece of white paper and tied it down close and snug with a string. “In this paper there was a lit- tle hole about as big as a penny. “ ‘Now, children,’ I said, ‘there is always a way, some way by which a guilty man or child can be caught, and we are going to find out right here who cut down the cherry tree.’ “1 am going to begin with the eldest and go right down the line. I want you, one at a time, to put your fingers into that hole in the paper.’ “I held up the glass. ‘You can see for yourself that now the water is clear as a crystal, and it isn’t hot. Sea, I can put my | } | | (Copyright, 1921, by N. EK A) Shoe By Mabel Cle x Page 392 THE TEST (Continued) FEREE Confessions of a Husband NVipthtllddilltzéiéie — RETIRED =U BY BLOSSER finger in it, and no tmnocent finger need have any fear of g> ing into it, but if I had a lying finger, I should be very careful how I put it in that hole; very, very careful.’ “I watched the faces as I talk- ed ad by the time I had finished speaking I felt pretty sure I knew who had done it, but I de- termined to put thru the test. “The visitor stepped up first and fearlessly thrust in @ clean finger, then one after another the other little girls. 1 knew by their relieved smiles that they weren't guilty, and that left only the two y@unger boys, and very soon every finger had been dipped but Jimmie’s, and still the water was clear. 1 right, Jimmie,’ I said, ‘your turn; you needn't be afraid if yo uhaven’t a lying finger.’ But Jimmie sat looking at his fat little hand and twisting the dimpled forefinger. “‘Come, boy,’ I urged, and he came slowly to the table, made three or four starts toward the | Slass, then bursting int@tears, he | cried, ‘I can't, I don't know what | would happen to my finger. “And so he confessed.” David was disappointed. “Oh, pshaw!” he said, “what would | have happened if he'd stuck it in?” “Ah!” said Mr. Abrams, “what woul He didn’t dare try.” 87. IOPEN MY MOUTH AND PUT MY FOOT IN IT That evening I had the card game which I had promised to get up for my father-in-law to give him a chance to win back some of the money he had lost. This time there was nothing to drink and, as a result, the old gen- tleman played carefully. In fact, he bet more cautiously than usual, and he had the reputation of being the worst “surething player” in the state, But luck was against him. It seemed no matter what cards he held another man's were a little bet- ter. We played in the dining room. Dot and her mother sat and sewed in the living room just a few feet away. When 10 o'clock came they decided to retire. “They said good night to us and Dot’s mother noticed that there were only a few chips in front of her husband. “Are they beating you Henry? she asked sharply “Never mind, mother, I'll see that you get carfare home,” L returned reassuringly. again, A laugh went up from the table. Ij realized that I had spoken thought: lessly. The fellows took my remark to mean that I would be glad to get rid of my parents-in-law.’ That was the truth, but I was not thinking of that when I spoke. I tried to catch Dot’s eye to see whether she were angry, but she avoided me, Her mother drew her self up stiffly and left the room. I knew there would be trouble the next day. It was 80 silly, too, be- cause I had not wanted the game in the first place and had arranged it only as a favor to my father-in-law. The latter was getting farther and farther behind, It got well past mid- night and Sid suggested quitting. Everyone looked at my father-in-law to see whether he would want to go on playing. He was by far the big- gest loser. “I'll quit whenever the rest of you have had enough,” he said. It was agreed to stop after playing one more round. The old gentle- man's fortunes did not improve dur ing that lime, and when we finally settled he was some $34 “to the bad.” i won a few dollars, which was doing | pretty well for a host When my friends had gone my father-inlaw yawned and said: “It don't look like I can have any luck at all with those fellows, 1 don't know as I'd call them smart card players, but somehow or other they seem to get the pasteboards,” ‘You'll have better luck next time,” I assured him. “There won't be any next time,” he returned grimly. He went to his room and I walked about the apartment, putting things | to’ order a bit and turning out the |lghts. I knew that after playing jcards so long I would have a hard time getting to sleep, so I decided to read for a while. I closed the door of the living room and made myself comfortable with the rays of the electric lamp falling full on the book before me. I had been reading only a few moments when I heard the patter of feet in the hail. (To Be Continued)