The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 17, 1921, Page 9

= Bsrarecses Feeehecees FETs - ests 6232272 2 €O "OSS Reseed kbde bsee°= bi iS Seassaseeste : “WINDS OF By RUBY afternoon sun had twilight; the wind the to gray wn colder. ? ened her steps; at any qhere Would be & fire-at No. 6, a Terrace, even if the room ugly, and the window looked gato backyards and “clothes acacia from the troublesome sea the world, into the quiet peace ‘arbor.” words haunted her as she quickly along; she had lived Der life—not in a troublesome put in the stagnant security of where nothing ever bap where the boat of one’s ex of monotony day after day, and it was always being pulled up end of its ‘short mooring. # had dreamed so much of life ast be beyond the narrow of her own existence; real & wonderful feeling it to have the winds of the Bowing on one's face instead the stifing alr of Acacia errace; it seemed, somehow, a bad fychonen analogy on the part of the fre Salvationist to exhort one to gam from the sea to the safety of “ee wondered what the man with had thought about it; why he had stopped for a mo ‘gaat on the edge of the crowd to Ieten, even as she had done Tt was not often one saw such a man in that neighbor: ina vivid imagination she fol- jhim out of the ugly suburban ‘and pictured the life to which was returning; a life that would ganly eeem all the more desirable weederful by contrast with few unaccustomed moments on the edge of the crowd about that harmonium. stifled a little sigh as she around by the green railings to Acacia Terrace; she won- how many thousand times she them—lIf she would stil! it dally walk to and fro, was old and gray, and the youth has passed her by. the first house on the side past the green rail: quickened her steps now: up the narrow path which front door, and let herself ate the house. ‘The small passage was dark and stuffily of babies and cheap somewhere at the back of & shrill voice was singing itl gave a little shiver and went on up the gark aye tie} H u # i a & OUT WITH Facts Just Wonderful What isth St, San Francisco, chief for the Pacific Telephone Telates @ remarkable experience Tanlac. Here is her statement own words: =*For fully « year and a half before Titeok Taniac 1 was as rundown as could be notto give up T had no appetite at all, ‘Wis 0 nervous and restless I could) sleep night, and felt so Miserable I could hardly attend to By duties. 1 kept trying one thing 4 another, but seemed to be get Worse all the time. I was even to make a change in climate. aad I was greatly discouraged and over my condition. day father read a Tanlac Watement that so impressed him he ‘West down to the drug store and got Ebettie of the medicine and insisted My taking it. I have been thank- thousand times that he did, for proved the turning point in my and since taking five bot- Tam feeling like an altogether person, I eat hearty and every mouthful of my food. tM have actually gained fifteen ‘Pnds in weizht, My sleep is sound ‘4M refreshing, and I am enjoying Yery best of health. It is just what Tanlac has done for and I can never praise it fs sold In Seattle by Bar- Stores and by leading everywhere. — Advertise- Booklet or for indi- » without charfe, Chiel Medical Advisor, Dep't Bidens Ga. Ss. Blood “Along Cool Trails Amid the Glaciers” white snow a mile above on Mt. @ summer whip the Ten Pt over Parclie! Valley, dus vo favorite sport in Follow a Swiss Summer in the | Canadian Pacific Rockies Full information furnished on application to ‘Telephone focked across the same little! WORLD” M. AYRES Dobbe-Morrill ssaseeegsseagaets }_ She paused for @ moment on tne} | narrow landing to Jight a lamp) hanging from a bent nail in the wall; sotheone called to her from the | front room— ; “Is that you, Jint | “Yea, dear; . . ..are you very hungry do you want your tea?" She pushed open the door and en. | tered, shutting it again behind her The room was small and twilit; | the red glow of @ dying fire pierced | the grayness like a watchful eye: | | Jill went across to It and stirred | | the coals into @ blase, “Inn't Kathy home yet? “No . . «+ The rather sullen | voloe sounded weary and dispirited; | Ji) tossed her hat down onto chair and Went across to the couch | }in the window, A youth lay with many there, propped up! pillows; a handsome youth he was, with masses of thick | |brown hair, and features almost | Womanish dn their beauty, but the | Ggwure beneath the covering rug was [shrunken and deformed—the hands, | | stretched so helplessty on ft, were | | white and delicately transparent. | Ji bent and Kissed him-— | “I did not mean to stay out 60 | tte—Dut It was such a lovely after noose. . . . You'll be al to come with me next Sunday, Don We shall have the chair by then.” hall wet He did not seem bad | | terested; he yawned. "Can't we have | tear She moved away at once: put the kettle om the fire; she lt a/ small lamp and brought it to the center of the table; she wheeled the boy's couch into the firelight. The couch was the best piece of furni ture in the room; it had taken Jill six months to pay for it-six months during which she went daily with out her lunch, and walked the three miles to the office, She laid the cloth, and began to cut some ‘read and butter; ahe | talked away cheerfully all the time. | | | “There wag such a funny Sativa: | tionist at the corner of Linda road. I stopped to listen to him. He kept on inviting us ail to ‘come and ‘ave | a dip in Jordan.’ He seemed very much in e@arnest about it, too,” she added. Don did not answer; his eyes were {fixed dreamily on the fire, “Where's Kathy? he asked suddenty, Ji hesitated; she flushed & little. “I don’t know—but I think she was going to meet Mr. Hillyard,” bshe said at last. | “She's a fool then,” said Don; bluntly. | Ji shrugged her shoulders. “Ob, I don’t know; she has such little fun in her life—you can't) blame her for taking anything that comes along.” “He's no good, . . . Why won't he ever here if he really | means anything? . . A man she | picked up in the street. oe JUL interrupted eagerty. “Oh, Don! not so bad as that” Her face wag flushed and distressed. “She met him on @ bus—it was pouring rain, and he offered to share his umbrella with her—you know that's how it wast Don grunted; his voice was @ cu- rious contrast to the refinement of) his face; he spoke gruffly—almost commonly. “Anyway he's no good or he'd tell us All about himself and his) | people.” he maintained obstinately. | “Kathy always was a fool.” Ji) bit her lip. “At any rate.” she sald after a moment; “I should do just the same as she's done if I had the Jenance. I envy her! T envy her most awfully for having someone to make a fuss over her—to... to look sat her asx if she's the most wonderful woman in the srorid . . . and he does, you know he does. Don, no matter what you may say! He—he simply adores her, so there! She went over to the window and) | looked down the street; it was grad- | ually getting dark now; lights were! twinkling in some of the houses op- posite; in the distance she could hear the “Biscordant music of the Salvation Army band. She thought again of the tall man with the eyeglaes whom she had seen standing on the edge of the) crowd; she wondered if there were @ny woman in the world whom he adored as Ralph Hillyard adored Kathy; if there was any woman whose heart beat faster when she saw bim coming up the street with| his slow lazy walk. She stifled a little sigh, “The -kettle’s boiling over,” said | Don. She flew back to the fire; she made the tea and poured it out; she | was just sitting down to the table} when the downstairs door opened and shut again. “Kathy!” she aid quickly. She pushed back her chair and went out onto the landing; she leaned over the shaky balusters, looking into the narrow passage be- low, A girl was coming up the stairs; @ girl whose hair gleamed golden in the yellow light of the cheap | hanging lamp on the bent nail; a| girl with the same exquisite fea- tures a# the invalid boy in the front room; a girl whose eyes shone with a quiet happiness which made Jill cateh her breath with a sort of longing envy, as she went eager- ly towards her, “How late you are, Kathy—we were just going to have tea!” She put her hands on her sister's shoulders and searched her eyes | at Bariff Springs ake Louise up the and back through an Alpine setting Chateau Main 6587. jfor jon Jiit'a shoulder weet oF tr IT DOESN'T to YoU !! with eager eyes. “Ob, Kathy>-has he he?" Kathy nodded. There was a little silence “Oh, you tucky, lucky girl enid Jin with a little break in her voice She gtooped—she was a good deal taller than Kathy on both cheeks. sald in a whisper. (She kept Kathy's hand in her own as they went back into the room together; Don was lying with his face turned to the door; there was rather a diragree able smile on his beautiful Mouth. “Has he been and gone and done it?” he asked cynically, “Kathy's engaged,” said Jill, “And I wish I were, tdo,’\ she added, laugh ing defiantly. She poured out a third cup of tea; ashe kept looking at Kathy all th while, as if she saw her now for th first time; she was dying to ask questions, but somehow the presence of Don seemed to forbid it. Everything was always put aecond to Don and bis wishes and comfort, everything was subservient to him in the little three-roomed household It was only later, when Don had dozed off by the fire, that Jill and Kathy sat and whispered to; “Has he given you a ring?” Jill asked eager Her eyes were blaw ing with excitement; she was as flushed as Kathy. thy shook her head— “Not yet; and I don't mind if he docan't give me one at all. Of course we shall be very poor—to start with, at any rate; but I don't mind that either. I shall just love to work for him, and cook his meals and mend him » .” Suddenly she made a litle movement towards her sister: she laid her golden head down ‘ has “On, I'm #o happy.” he anid fer. LO $ ne ything I ever wanted in all the world.” Jill kissed her— “Lucky, lucky girtl"—#he said fond ly; but above her sister's head she made a little grimace into the dark ness. To her way of thinikng, Ralph Hillyard and love ins cottage seemed such a very odd idea of happiness and for the second time that even ing, her thoughts flew to the tall man with the eyeglass, To be-beau tifully dreased—to be driving thru London in a luxurious motor car with this man—or a man like him adoring--attentive!-to be going out to dinner—to a play—and then home to a beautiful house, . . at present that was nearest Jil's idea of “everything In the world.” “And we're going to be married soon—quite soon,” said Kathy noftly t least—that is if Ralph's father dies; he's very i, you know—did you know?” “You told me, yes! “And if he dies," Kathy went on blissfully, “we #han't have to be quite #0 poor-—Ralph will have a little money—not much, of course but I asked him if he thought per. | bape we could afford to have a little dayirl in sometimes to help me, and he said—he said. . .” her voloe broke off shyly, “Yes—what did he ay? Jil de manded eagerly. Nobody had ever made love to her; she was longing to | know what a real man said to a real |woman in uch circumstances; she | was quite sure that one could not really judge from novels, or even plays. | "He said that some day 1 should | have everything in the world I could |wish for," Kathy enswered in a whisper. “Oh,” said Jill; somehow she was rather disappointed, ADV be Tt was a good thing for everybody | that Mr, Sprinkle-Blow had brought |from his star, Even though he had not suceseded tn catching that old rascal Whizzy Tornado, it helped to undo a great deal of the mischief that Whizzy had done. | They lassoed Mr. Lion and Mr. | Tiger as easily as you could catch |Munchie Mouse, and the camel and the moose and the elephant and all the other animals that had escaped | And the pelicans and cockatoos, bit: terns and hornbills went back, too, when the twins told them that the poll parrots bad returned, So that was fixed. But finding the lost families of Scramble Squirrel, Ben Bunny and the others was not so easy. Nancy and Nick and Sprinkle-Blow looked everywhere they could think of, traveling over the earth like little comets with their Magic Shoes and Aagic Umbrella, Farmer Smith's barn loft, the old stony cave in the hollow, the chestnut tree in the T realized as Lila Ames opened the door of her rooms and startled me with the cool clearness of her voice that she one of those women who never let the world catch her off guard, thus never lose their glamor, Her figure, against the sun from the opposite windows, was a swath of shimmering tints of pink and yel- low, Pink satin slippers were visible below the sweeping Yines and laces, Her brilliantly toned hair was the only accent “Let's talk this morning—sit down by the window; won't you love to luxuriate in the sunlight?” If Mrs. | Ames had seen the little hallwa skit between Philip Ames and my self, 1 felt sure, with her first re- | mark, that #he intended to ignore it If that was the case then ,with all of her superficiality there must be something fine and big about her. Verhaps, however, she had not seen. “I was waiting for Philip,” she announced, “He usually drops in on |nis magical lasso along with him! |from the Zoo, went back like lambs | when Nancy and Nick led the way. | A NEW BABY AN’ Tt WANTED T’ maneeerememes, § BY ALLMAN Nes Zan T WILL Now PRACTICE THE SCALE OF HIGH SEA ENTURES INS F Ore. Tw They lassoed Mr. Lion meadow, the big hole where Whizy Tornado had torn up the ancient elm, everywhere and everywhere and everywhere they looked. It was Sleeker Swallow who found out and brought the news. “Scram- ble Squirrel's family are stranded half way across Silver River,” said |he, “and Ben Bunny will find his folks in the church steeple. Mrs. Pigeon is taking care of them until someone calls and brings them home.” Off in his home fn the cave of the Winds at the Ends of the Earth, old | Whtzxy Tornado laughed and laugh What do you think of him, my queer idea of a joke, Sprinkie-Blow funny, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) The of men teachers in this country has fallen from 43 per cent In 1880 to 16 per cent in 1918, WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright 1931 by Beattie Star) CHAPTER XI—LILA AMES LAYS BARE Miss Sorensen, do you ever wonder ;@bout yourself?" Her voice was a | bit wistful | ‘Do you ever wonder,” she con- j tinued, “why you can't love the people you should love and did love?” T smiled, but knew that did, not spenk. I Lila Amos didn't expect jan answer. She wanted to talk. Per: |haps after all she was going to tel me indirectly that she saw Phili arm and that I was welcome to some thing she waa ready to lay aside, | Yet that isn't the way of woman. | Even tho she herself is done with a jlove and ref flame and keep it burning clearly, it hurts her beyond all reason to see some other woman take her place and to see the flame spring up janew under the care of other hands, “Things seem to come to me so leasily. The ease of eyery conquest kills the joy.” Mrs, Ames laughed lightly, “I sometimes wonder if every woman has an experience sim: ilar to mine.” i . SINE Tn ae = CY Page 444 LOG ROLLING David looked admiringty at Mr.| his sons and sometimes even his Himes as he finished the short-/ wife and daughters. cake story. | “And then when all the trees “You were a regular boy,| were down, a feast was announced weren't you, Mr. Himes? Not a| and from all around neighbors " came and made a merry making gwoody-goody or anything. I'll bet out of a hard day’s work and roll- you weren't sorry about that part |dears? Some people have a very! and the twins didn't think it was} 8 to further tend the; ed these logs out of the way to of your supper you skipped, the placé the claim owner wanted either, ‘cause if it had been goed them. lossert, i been ai “I went with the strong men és pe aatenatt Wty | as 1 was 0 big fellow and could work almost with the best of them. “When noon came I was hun- ery as a bear, the long table was set, and laughing and joking, the workers sat down. “I wasn't allowed much coffee those days, wasn't old enough. I only had it on state occasions, but 1 felt quite grown up, and when a cup of steaming coffee was set before me I reached for the sugar bow! in front of me and put in two big spoonfuls and passed on the bowL “But in a moment or two ¥ saw another bow! being passed and noticed that that sugar look- ¢d a little different, and as every. one else used that and no one else seemed to be using the other, I helped myself to two spoons of that. “David, that first bow! held— salt. They teased me about being tired that afternoon, but if they had known how sick I was (for I drank it, every drop) they would have wondered that J'@ any strength at all.” M88 seeuremeeeteeeremeneenee Himes chuckled under. standingty at David's boy-way of jooking at things and started right in to tell him of another ex- perience at an early-day table. “You see just how it was, * David, I can feel that. And that reminds me of a funny thing that happened when I was 14 or 15 years old. “One of our neighbors had a log-rolling. What! You children don't know what @ log-rolling is? “Well, well, well! “It was like this, when pioneers had land to clear they couldn't go to a telephone, call up a com- pany, order machines and men sent out and have their land cleared. “No, pioneers dug and blasted and chopped, working every man with his own strength and back- ing his own strength with that of | ee former never tires of rebating the trap, while usually the latter prefers to spend her time cultivating that which she has, “I think you are right,” Lila Ames broke the silence, “Women are the moving force of the world—not just as women, but as mothers, wives, = sweethearts and—lures,”* HER HEART (To Be Continued) then, “Do you know that I meet very, very few men who are not strongly attracted to me right from the start? 1 think I would be safe in saying that out of every 10 men I meet, the affection of nine of them could be mine within two weeks, if I willed it.” “Perhaps,” sald T, “you are go- & back to the old theory that after N Woman is at the bottom of all of our goodness and all of our bad- ness. You believe that the moral life ation hinges on woman's in- » directly or indirect! Lila Ames had thought to startle me with thé story of her conquest, but she herself was startled by my calm acceptance ofthe theory. Distinetly woman is not the prey in the love game. She is the hunter. The interesting fact is that she is @ subtly artistic hunter who con- trives to make her game walk into the trap, thinking that he ts doing it quite on his own initiative. ‘The chief difference between the j Woman who has many loves and the | "LEONARD EAR OIL RELIEVES DEAFNESS and STOPS HEAD NOISES, §' ie Back of the Ears Preet success will be given by the jvenuy, “Bo very hapyyt L've wot] (Comtinued Tomorrow) i Jus way ue own du the morning" pheigoked al me deliberately, and weman whe bas ene is shat she)