The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 31, 1921, Page 9

By RUBY All Right (Continued From Yesterday) PART Uf CHAPTER I Kathy Hillyard’s maid stepped a pace backwards and looked at her mistress with satisfied eyes. A pink shaded r @ressing table fell on Kathy's gol @on hair and firm white should from which her black evening frock fell away in filmy folds of tulle. There was a little silence; In the Jong mirror, mistress and maid ex changed = glances; Kathy smiled ——— done it deautifully,” she glo eight months of her rriage she had tried hard not to Brien of the past; she had done her Dest to make herself into the kind “| of wife Ralph Hillyard wanted: she had tried to feel at home with the men and women who were his friends, dut Mandy here tn the silence, sreay Br failed and fatled miserably She did not like the grandeur of the big house of which she was mis tress; the servants frightened her with their notseleas movements and almost irksome attentions: sometimes she locked herself into her room and wept tears for the dream which had never come true; the little house— the emall rooms, firelit and cosy: the husband who would go off in the morning with a parting kiss, and come home im the evening .. . Kathy was hepelessly plebelan !n some ways; she had no ambitione—ehe knew only that Ralph Hillyard had never seemed so little her own as he had done since their marriage. He was kind and loving—he thought the world of her, but... there was @ great, heart-breaking “put” that seemed to spol! every thing. Hig wortd, which could never really be hers as well, was taking him from bh his friends—his amusements, ‘she wae jealous of them all Sometimes he teased her a Iittle when she tried to tell him how she felt. “Does my little wife want me ab ways tied to her apron strings? he asked her fondly. “Dearest, don't you know that some wives hardly see their husbands from one day to the other?" a “I don’t want to be like some wives,” she sobbed, with her face hidden tn his coat. “I just want you—nothing else matters, Oh, I should be #0 happy if I could live somewhere right down tn the country and just have you to myself.” Hillyard laughed, and kissed her else In the world—there had never been anyone else for him—there never would be: but—in his heart he was wishing vaguely that she wa: | but one of the long windows was| * | Open a little way, letting in the cool What he meant thgt he had never liked her, and Kathy" knew it, tho she dared not way 20. And now—tonight—Jill was ing to dine at their house for th first time. Kathy dreaded the meeting: s0 many things had happened since Don's death—they seemed to have Grifted such miles apart. had met only twice since the when they stood together beside and destre—that had pushed her apart from her sister, but she to prevent it. husband a thousand more than she loved her sinter, in some indefinite way that burt, even while she ex- ulted in it, Ji had been s0 good to her—done #0 much for her: the memory of a hundred Uttle acts of kindness and during the long weeks when they had not met; of Jill sitting up far into the night to retrim a hat for her ~-to alter a dress; of Jill denying herself to buy little luxuries for Don ~ot JM working late to save a little More for the wonderful Invalid chair that had never been needed after all Surely the whole world had turned Upside down since those days; a whole lifetime of its seemed to have been crowtes into the eight months of her married life. Someone tapped at the door, and Kathy turned. “Come in...” t Riliyaee—6' caiee toss ths meee 4 into the room groomed, fresh from the careful hands of his valet; he looked his-wife up and down with critical eyes before he stooped ai kinwed her, ™ ” “Well, darling?” She was tn his arm: Beautifully Curly, Wavy ir—In Three Hours! Girls, have you tried the silmer: method of curling your hair? It ¥ simply « beautiful, na é 4 waves within three hours—keeps the hair soft, silky and glossy—and Rothing harmful or messy about it The © will Jast the longest time > t wind or damp- won't ‘have to be con- and fussing with t's foolish to and deaden your het curing tron- and altogether unnecessary now Liquid silmering is pleasant to use, being neither sticky nor easy & bottle from your uggist today, follow the simple rectlonn—the firet trial will male your steadf, .— Advertise - ment. uri A WONDER TRIP Awaits you amon: N ISL, light above the! THE DOINGS OF THE DUFFS TOM, | WONDER IF YOU COULDN'T GET OFF LONG ENOUGH To GO SHOPPING WITH ME FOR ALITTLE WHILE P WELL, M. AYRE a Reserved arms around his neck, her golden head crushed against his shoulder, | vegerdiess of the elaborate waves and coils of which Jeanette had been 80 proud, For the moment she was com pletely happy; for the moment, as he held her to his heart, it seemed as it nd she were alone in the peace fulness of the little harbor of which she had dreafhed—as if the storms and resilesaness of the sea outside had pasged them by. Then Hillyard bent and kissed her again, but there was a sort of final. ity in the kiss and he took his arms away, “Have you quite forgotten that we have « dinner party?” he asked her) | playtully. | Kathy raised her head and sighed. “I wish I could forget,” ashe said; her beautiful face clouded; she caught her husband's hand with a childish little gesture, “Ralph . . . I'm-—I'm afraid.” 1 ! be echoed her words, not | What are you afraid BEE STING? DONT ANTS EVER GET BIG UKE Doss? WHAT ARE VA DOIN' PoP? IS ™ “ BRE womuwe ! ves! ves!ves! “Of Jil--she Is coming tonight, | you know,” | His tace hardened. } know..." he frowned a little. “Well, there is nothing to be afraid of,” he eald rather curtly he | could have come here before had | wished; I never asked her to stay away.” He might have added truthfully | that neither had he asked her to jcome, He walked over to his wife's, dressing table and looked at his well- groomed reflection in the glass. He raised his hand with a little satisfied | Sesture, and touched his small dark Z mustache, Kathy followed and stood beside him. “Ralph—you will. . . you will be Rice to her?” Hillyard turned, “Nice to her... what a funny! question ..." Kathy's troubled eyes touched him; he bent to kiss her again. “What are you worrying about, little woman? Why did ob ask her here tf you are afraid to! meet her... {t was your wish—” “I know! but..." her eyes fell. | “Ralph--I wanted to tell her about | about ... oh, you know! she added in a little breathleas whisper. He bent his head to hers; for a moment he had forgotten himself, and there was genuine emotion in| his voice and face as he sakd softy “About . . “about the little gon that | is coming along—eh?”" She turned her flushed face against his sleeve, | | ft, 80 sure, I know But he only laughed. | With his arm still about her, | led her to the door; ¢ stairs together and across the wide | hall to the drawing room. It was early epring, and the room was full of daffodils. A bright fire burned In the grate, EVERETT TRUE ber YE REE y pean WHAT QUALIFICATIONS ff Do You THink You CouLD BRING TO he WELL, I HAVG BPESN THROVGH Couececs. fresh Breeze of twilight. Six months ago Kathy had thought | this room the most beautiful she had ever seen: she used to come to the! door and stand there admiring it. half afraid to go tn; but now... sometimes she felt that she hated | the wonderful pictures, and valuable china; the rich Persian carpets and luxurious chairs; they were all lke unfriendly strangers to her, with | | Whom she could never really feet at. {home. She had spent so many hours | of shy misery in this room; so often suffered the quizsical, kindly star \ of her husband's friends, so often! listened to their chatter and gossip! tin her head reeled, that she had | |} Grown to dislike it, and to feel that she could never enjoy sitting there again—never spend any happy hours in Its magnificance, And tonight Jil! was coming—Jill, whom @ sudden turn of the wheel of Fate had lifted to the level from on qu had been #0 anxious to keep ; Jil, whom she had not |ween for months; before whom she |UNLESS IT TAKES ON AN AGo knew she would feel herselt «| |GRAVATSD FORM, IN WHICH stranger. ey Le Bs SOONG She sat down by the fire, bee Lid ® her hands to {ts warmt! shivering with nervousness. Hillyard stood beside her, quite at) his ease; he wae a man who loved Playing the hoat: he was almost in- ordinately proud of his possessions; | | he liked to fill the house with people | to envy and dinire the things which | were his, amongst which he included | his wife, | “Who else te coming? he asked | casually; he looked down at his wii golden head. “Who else beside Jit Kathy looked up— “Only your sister—and Mr. Tallen-| tyre, and the Sherwoods, and Mr.| Tranter I know I ought really jto oe bt pa dn “ae es ge big 6 had known very little about Henry|able that marriage and money could | so" she @dded apologetically. | Sturge: but he was middie-aged,|/so completely have changed her; Ralph frowned a little. |and bald, and no hero of romance, |the last time *he bad seen her, she “You will have to like her when ®P that was enough for her italy tn dius pasts oat Cig marries her,” be said; “or to, at| “I think she ts very well,” she/ vainly striving to raise herself out least, pretend you do..." he added, answered rather nervously. I of the groove into which an unkind dryly. haveh’t seen her Just a myself.” | fate had setend her OS ee pee pA There was a little silence, ory of her face as he had last eon lac atuetes Soule pod, sbvenaed Hillyard walked away to the other | {t, had tortured him #0 many times: Uttle flushed and anxious-looking.|*4® of the room; Kathy looked at/and now, as ho stood there in Hill “Bexides—do you think he really will | Tallentyre renee thor tea ote ater be. oad sanity heck? ; “sare zou been fll?" she asked goon a impulsively. ee have to--if he wants to keep | !mPiviwivaly rained his trea ov “ ” her face, and flushed a little. °—| He moved forward mechanteally; esphler ie tee Gok spelt don al have not been fll—thank you.” he! anq ¢ound himaelf bowing to her: + ae ll cna said rather constrainediy; and at the “Mr. Tallentyre.” ’ | Same moment Kathy realized that “i wa of n ord ghe had it Tallentyre came forward slowly Beg ont art 0. A SRY bo rai ag who seldom hurried | "sine leaned a little forward to speak lGemenit! hie. shoulders seemed 0] i> when the door opened once Groop a little more than usual, Kathy | 98410: | thought she arose to greet him; ne she wondered if he had been itl PR ashe Prowivid ee | pli shook hands with her, and with | Te eee 5 aN | Hillyard; he said he was giad to be lle a in every limb: he went back to Kis | bac ' had a! CHAPTER It |chatr with a most humiliating sense he dropped lan! ‘Tho Jill had schooled herself to Sea teg aeees # oe ee ai idly int a ire | : Ta “4 he Sherwoods and Gerald Tranter ee looks i; bg + er q,| ** Pomeibllity of mecting Tallentyre | og during the next few minutes, Kathy thought concerned! man wed at her sister's, it was none the less) a4 in the general conversation he dered why she had sever eatore re | shock to her when he rose lan-| aritted away from Jill. alized that he was no longer a very | guidly from his chair as she entered.| Me tried to talk and make himself | young man: the about| Her eyes met his acrown Kathy’s| agreeable, but all the time he was his eyes other than those made by | shoulder ag Kathy hurried forward. | listening for her voice, for her laugh his monocle; a hard line, too, about| ‘Oh, Jill—I am so glad to see you|—(that, at loast, had not changed) his mouth, fuses _..” For @ moment it was the old|once when Kathy apoke to him he “I am #0 glad you were able to| Kathy who spoke, with Just the old| did not hear till she had twice re- come,” she said impulsively. “My | warm affection in her votca, not| peated her question; he roused him: | sister is coming—you will like to| Ralph Hillyard’s wife, who had been | se if with an effort, meet her again, won't you? so schooled and drilled to her asd OS am sorry beg your par. ‘Tallent: monocle fell fr in| role. Lo eye with d ittle tinkle it sation, ‘The girls kissed: Ji was by far| Kathy did not mind in the lenst; “Your—sister?” he said quietly. the more composed of the two; by | perhaps she had seen a great deal “Yes, Jill... you remember Jil)?" | tl coolness of her greeting one! more in the past than anybody had “Of course 1 do; how is she? 1| would have said that she and Kathy | given her credit for seeing: perhaps hope she in well. 1 have not oeen | had certainly met within the last) she had known why Tallentyre had her since she married, you know.” | day or two. * | rushed off abroad so abruptly alx Kathy shivered a little: somehow| Tallentyre watched them silently. | months ago—and why Jill's marriage $ ied forward. her sister's marriage had always He would hardly have known Jill,} had been hurr seemed rather horrible to her; she| be was thinking; it was inconcely-) _ 1 (Continued Tomorrow) ° ec AND,AS USUAL [IN SucH oe tal ¥ Havel A Vent GooD OPINION However, Le TAKE You, } to! outside his imagination, for a moment in his, and then. , . Ji looked away from him as uncon cernedly as if he had been a statue, changed color In the least | had met his steadily; there had not the ser) heen a tremble in her voice, whilst jhe . he felt that he was shaking her eyes SEATTLE TELL HIM WHAT YoU WANT TO DO- HELL LET You Go! ay a iy ae Fa nae or tan - |was quite two seconds before I re believe that the Jill whom he had| known and loved had ever existed) felt just the tips of her fingers rest | or part of the furniture; she had not! STAR Tom Must Have Winked SAY, BOSS, CAM \GET OFF ‘TO GO SHOPPING WITH MY WIFE F GO IN AND ASK HIM! What Can’t a Kid Think Of??? CAN'T I ASK JUST ONE MORE QUESTION PoP? JUST ONE? 00D WEAVENS! Je QUIT ASKING THosE SILLY QUESTIONS = J YD May Lp, “I want to change my-order,” said Cob. The next day Sprinkle Blow’s -— But scarcely had he rung off when phone rang again. Nick answered! the bet! rang again. It was Cob it and heard Chris Crow's voice, | Coon this time. “I want to change “I wish you'd change my order for|my order," said Cob. “I want to no moon,” croaked Chris dismally. |change it like everything. No more “Why? asked Nick. “What's dark nights, If you please. I'd like wrong? We had Mr. West Wind and| Mr. Moon and Mr. Sun and all the Mr, Moon send the darkest night | stars to shine, as well ns the Milky they could find. Didn't you get any | W ed corn?” Cornt squawked Chris. “About fs much corn aa there ts on a door | knob! Whadda you think? Just as I was fixed to eat my fill, didn't that) old Beare-Crow slip up on me! Jump. ed up on the corn stalk where I was sitting, mind you! Came right at me! I was #0 scared I fell plumb | right dowm on top of his head. It last night tn the corn- Meld, just as I was climbing a big stalk to get some juicy corn, some. thing black was there waiting for me; he clawed me and scratched me and nearly put my eyes out. I just got away in time.” . “That's all right” Nick assured him. “Farmer Smith wants a moon anyway. So everybody will be sulted. covered my senses enough to fly|I'll tell Mr. Sprinkle-Blow at once away. No more dark nights for me!) what you said.” Will you please tell Mr. Sprinkle (To Be Continued) | Blow to send Mr. Moon. If I've got} (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) |to be spied on I want to know who — it ta." | The Gwart tribe of Central Sudan “All right, Mr. Crow, I'll tell him,” uses the Juice of locust tree pods as answered Nick, bait for fishing. | { { | e?| THE OLD a CRAB! WHY IS fr THAT BY BLOSSER wade ~ ‘Lt i TLD, z a Z LITTLE FISHES DonT DROWN B’FORE THEY LEARN ‘T’ ar BY AHERN >CHES © WA HM-M-TD CALL IT Sralllle * * © - * R I+ Page 456 HOW THEY GOT THE BOOKS “Tt was the year 1946," Mrs. D'Arcy continued. “All about us were trees, great towering fir trees; just forest, miles and miles and unbroken miles of forest, with Indians slipping over their winding trails on moccasined feet, bears foraging for berries In the undergrowth, deer darting thru the woods and saucy chipmunks everywhere. Our cabin was fin- ish and mother had settled as well as she could in the crowded space and right away they talked of a school, “Father said, ‘I have to go into Oregon City for supplies and I will see about getting books for the children! “We were excited as could be. Books! Ww books! All our own! School books, and we could go to school instead of working all day at our little tasks, “Father started early in the morning and, child like, we began to look for him back by the mid- die of the morning. “But, of course, tt took a long, \ long time to go that distance thru the forest. It wasn't much like dashing from one town to another in an automobile over paved roads, not much, “Morning passed. We ate our dinner and took up our watch again, In the afternoon we had to do our stint of sewing.” “Sewing!” Pegey interrupted “I did think you were only little.” “and so I was only little, tek (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Star) CONFESSION you have your car here, ‘The Gay had started badly for Lila} Ames, She was piqued over the note jepisode and humiliated by the care: | rude less attitude of Philip Ames. “I think there is nothing T want done this morning, Miss Sorensen— | you needn't stay.” She was resting | Jamong the cushions of her chaive | tongue, her eyes she had covered with | |her arm. | “If you haven't anything In par. | ticular to do you might take the! car and get some things for me up town.” She had removed her arm Her eyes were damp. ‘here's a list on the desk—some things I need.” The car was soon waiting for me in the drive, As the door 1s clos. ing after me I heard someone call. “Just @ moment—please, Jensen!” , Phitip Ames was hurrying along the walk. “Won't you run mé uptown, if you're going?” he asked “Don't carefully toward the side drive, “but I prefer this mode of traveling this noon, “I was Just about to say morning, but ft isn’t morning any more. 1 I haven't reached the office yet Women! Women—they’re the an. swer! And I'm getting blamed tired of it! I'm going to cut it!” “I hardly’ follow you." I couldn't help laughing. “laugh if you will, Lady Fair— but I mean what I am saying.” His voice had become very earnent “I'm tired of it, Miss Sorensen, des: perately tired, 1 know that I'm in |the mire Just as much ag Lila, and if the dizzy, foolish thing we have been carrying on has hurt her, it has hurt me just as much, Miss Sor- | “Yes—dt's right there at that curb. | ing," he turned around and pointed he added dryly. Erm WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING CHAPTER XXIII—PHILIP AMES MAKES A “This theory that a man can run Mr. Ames?” I knew the question was wild and come out untarnished, so far as the world’s opinion ts concerned, | is bosh, pure bosh! And that hurts,” “You are Introspective this morn- ing,” I said, “you must have had a bad night.” “I did—but rot the night you're thinking of." He startled me, “Queer started from home at 8 o'clock and| what it takes to wake some of us up.” A long. silence followed. “The other evening,” he began, “when I suppose you were tucked sweetly in your bed—Lila and I were in the garden. I'm not violating any- thing in saying this, for you have teen around long enough to know how things stand, Well—we just went too far, that's all. “It hasn't hurt TA—because she's something of a good fellow—but I'm done! Thru—tired of it!” And behind us, in an upstairs room, was Lila, crying, T knew, (To Be Continued) * te Peggy.” Mra. D'Arcey replied. “I was 4 years old, but every little 4-year-old was taught to sew in those days. I did a pretty fair hem before I was 5. But all the | time I wag sewing I was thinking of school, and my beautiful new book, and the hours dragged. “Twilight came, mother lit the candies and gave us our supper, and at last, when It was nearly dark, father came, “I remember just how he looked as he came in at the door, and threw into mother’s lap a long, Ught roll, saying, ‘Well, mother, there are the books.” “Books! |My heart went down with a thud. Books! Done.up in a long, tight roll. What sort of books could that be? “When mother unrolled it, it proved to be big sheets of paper printed in blocks all ready to be cut Into pages and made into books. “Now all day long, mother had been busy as a bee, cooking and washing and ironing and tending the baby and carding wool and mending and knitting and do- | ing the hundreds of little things which mothers have to do, but she looked up at bim with a smile and | said, ‘Yes, I can make them. I | will have them ready by morn- ing." hen T was hurried off to bed | and the last thing I saw was } mother bending over the big sheets of printed paper, cutting, cutting, carefully.” (To Be Continued) Kee, HEALTH THE KEYNOTE TO BEAUTY Beauty means so much to women —power, social triumph, admiration and love. Beauty implies good health, Who ever saw a woman racked with pain, struggling with weakness or disease, who could be called beautiful? The woman of to-- day, in this high-strung, nervous age, is continually overdoing, with the re- sult that ills peculiar to her sex de- velop, which, unchecked, will ruin all chances for her happiness. The nat- jural restorative for such ailments is | Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com- | pound, which for more than forty years has been recognized stand ard remedy for women's ills, and has | done much to relieve pain and restore | s00d health to women.—Advertise- ment. 1 ‘