The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 23, 1921, Page 13

SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN SOME THING TELLS ME SHE HUNG VT UP THERE HERSELF, “' LAST “TIME SME WAS KISSED} PA user e CRACKED! THE Im ° Cyntina Grey: J a biful Wife Seeks Solace of Lost Faith—Forev oe Giraying Into Shadows of Dahepey Pat BY CYNTHIA GREY Dear Miss Grey: I've been married a little over two years, bat during my first year of married life my husband was very unfaithful to me—he told me the untruth more often the truth. But now, Miss Grey, he seems to have changed. I often wonder if he is sincere in this change and I hope with all doth toccsoir cant a it I want to know is: HOW CAN I MAKE MYSELF TRUST HIM? I try so hard, byt the thoughts of what has ed in the past always come into my mind, no matter how much I try to put them out. love my husband dearly, and I don't want you to think emis that I don’t. That’s why I want to do what's right for his sake and for mine. Thank you in advance. A WIFE. It seems troman’s lot to trust those she loves. And in order trust them, she must believe in them. Faith’s shattered pinnacle cannot be rebuilded in a day or @ month, or perhaps a year—not completely. You are doing the best you can, with one exception—keep out of the past— as some wise person once said, “Let the dead past bury its ot To dwell upon those terongs your husband has com- against you clouds your vision and prevents the other- optimistic viewpoint you might gain on your present or | future life | | OUR BOARDING HOUSE THE OLD HOME TOWN / EVERVTIME THAT ANTIQUE JULIET SPOTS ONE OF THE STERNER SEX IN THIS CHAMBER SHE EDGES COVLY IN AN’ DRUMS, UP A FRAIL EXCUSE UNDER THAT MIGTLE TOE ! A A Me For i PA + sf | ee HA-HA- Say, 1F SOME DUM GAVE HER A | GMACKER SHE TO PARK |] WOULDN'T Have } USE ROUGE \FOR A MONTH rk THEM CANDLES Jj WAS DANGEROUS) i Mo) merchant and his class think more Dear Miss Grey: I am wonder. | of amusement than of the future of > oe BooR, WHO REHEARSED S SANTA CLAUS AT ‘THE CHURCH * THIS AFTERNOON, HAD A SLIGHT THE ONLY ONE PRESENT MISHAP. HER MISTLETOE ACT =+ = | BY ALLMAN MR. WILBUR DUFF, PLEASE — OW HELLO, HONEY, HOW ARE YOu? -| WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT You~ “YES AND | HAVE. ‘YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT ALL BOUGHT AND PAID FoR -O, [°M MOT GOING TO TELL ‘You WHAT IT 15 Ti CHRISTMAS~ DO You Love places of amusement at |¥ & stumbling biock tn the way of putting the |® Fecommendation that has been | Inquires About time without Shortage of Teachers Dear Miss Grey: Will you please tell me if there is ahy shortage of teachers in the grade schools in So- | atte or King county? | s STAR READER | Present there is no shortage of teachers in the grade schools im this tioinity; but there are apt to be va- cancies at any time. You may oct a line om this by communicating with the school board or the teachers’, agencica eee Cynthia’s Answers to Short Questions What is the best treatment tn or- der to bave beautiful bands? P. ru You might try mataging them «| wth @ simple cold cream and then wear rubber gloves at night. The gloves should be at least two stzce larger than your sive in kid gloves, and they should be freely punctured with Roles, #0 a8 to give ventilation | For @ cold cream for the hands at might a mizture might de: perma cet, two ounces; white waz, one ounce; almond oil, two gills, HIDE WILBUR'S CHRISTMAS PR | DON'T WANT HIM To SEE IT Dear Miss Grey: Please settle an argument by printing the addreas of BY BLOSSER _ How can water be softened? DER Ada half pound of the dest quick- lime dissolved in water to every 100 |galiona. Smaller proportions may be more conveniently managed, and tf allowed to stand @ short time the lime will have united with the car- Donate of lime and been deposited at the bottom of the receptacie. Another way ts to put a gallon of lye into « barrelful of water, or two or three shovelsful of wood ashen; let stand over might, It will them be soft and clear. | | | | | bd bi WUT TUE 10GA?, RVING alow US psa ne | In what year was the Los Angeles river flooded over and the large Pigeon farm washed away? FRED, flood occurred in February, | 191% The flooded condition lasted from February 18 to February ti. | ADVENTURES — ess OF THE TWINS steadiness fo Foy Mga othe Hite Bete ar Seattle x : see * : HERE 1S ONLY ONG oF THEM weadhe generous nutritive value + _ of such a high quality food : 2% * or mt : ; —S_. _ as Kristoferson’s Perfectly ¥ <—N : | iY : —— ‘ 4 * By Mabel Cleland £ : The GOLFING, Tike all other activities, requires’ the BERG, MRS. TRUG, LAST MIGHT WHEN | XL WENT To BED L HAD Two TSEN- DOLUER BCLS IN MY CLOTHES TNS MORNING i muni TT SEATED Page 554 A REAL CHRISTMAS STORY “Christmas morning,” mother) without help from somebody's dear continued, “and outside} busy hands, and Lilly was at the everything looked dismal, The| Window when there sounded « noisy mill was still and cold; the| knock on the door. Little stores had shutters at thetr| |“ ‘Now, who can that be,’ said etadanis ah ds baele trom| Mrs Tuttle (who was Lilly's tide chtamnagie mother}, ‘I do hope no one ts sick. , “And the redbrown ereek,| should hate to have your father which sang #0 merry @ song IN| co out tn this weather without springtime, gurgied down the| ainner on Christmas day, hill with @ catch tn Its volos be | =n go sen, mama,’ mid Lilty, cause of the oe which choked It. and laying her dolly down on a “That was the outside of| chair, she ran to open the door. things “A cold draught of damp air “Inside the doctors home a Min Oy: AZ Pre MY FAUCT— aive dik a ra : Sid | T+ Oveee Other fairies were painting the holiy berries a lovely bright red. Santa Clans had help of all kinds, altng, the landlord of Dear-Knows- you may be sure—Fairy Queen and| Where, and Mr. Scribble-Scratch, the all of her servants doing everything | schoolmaster. For the sake of quality and better came in as soon as the door was opened, and Lilly stood looking at il | conditions, demand these superior loaves they could, to say nothing of Nancy and Nick. Mr. SprinkleBlow, the weather. man, had promised snow and he had Jack Frost and the snow fairies working hard up in the sky, stack ing great gray clouds full of the lovely stuff so it would be al ready to fly down in a day or two before Christmas on roofs and churches and fields, not only to help Santa’s huge sleigh with ita eight reindeer, but to make all outdoors look the way we like it to look at Christmas time. Other fairies were painting the holly berries a lovely bright red and shining up the prickly green leaves with a very special kind of polish and the mistleto had never looked so pearly or white. But the trees! Everyone had been helping with them, even Rubadub of Scrub-Up-Land. Rubadub and Ting Confessions of a Movie Star (Copyright, 192 CHAPTER XLIV—ROSE HAS A SESSION WITH HUTCH “Hutcheson Coleridge is a pikert” said Rose when she came to my dressing room a week later. “Just what is ‘a piker,’ Rose? “Well—I should say in this case |that he’s a married man who makes Hove to several girls at once. Say l1'm going to help gure ane wuy, all right” ' roads, | Flippety Mop, too, had a magic ax in his big shoes and, like the little tailor in the story, felled seven at each stroke. Then the brownies brought great mysterious sledges and t d the trees away to convenient | i « in elty streeta and country roads, where Santa Claus could get | them without any tro | Yes, all Fairyland was busy; the Fairy Queen and Santa Claus had not forgotten a thing; even the dear} little bell-ringers with gauzy wings | were all ready to fly into the steeples orning and ring out} of peace on earth | od will to men. at the North Pole Santa Claus was hustling. He thought of every. thing. ven gave Nancy a needle |to darn up all the holes in the stock- | ings. j (To Be Continued | (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star _. | sweet litle 1, Hoattle Star) “Ot what? How?" “Listen! Yesterday Hutch and me | were late to oGr lunches, And he} sat opposite me in the cafe and we | arn and chatted a bit. And I told me the sad story of hia| | murried liter* i] h, 1 nee.” “Naw, May! You can't see a little my kimono, | temperament at all, She e jing. * * he said. blazing fire made warmth and) glow. The house smelled de Uctousty of evergreens and oranges amd turkey roasting and mince pies and everything that was Christmasy.” “Lilly, the little roty-poty girt, stood at the window «mniffing con- | tentedly at the Christmas amella, hugging her Christmas doll, the while she selected and began to eat a stick of candy from her stocking. “Lilly's mother was busy about the stove, for all these good smells didn’t get themselves made se csssssnstssnssssenssssnee seamen Maiiel bit. Listen! id his wife is a . but tied up with her ba about anything never lets him, either. ‘t understand a m He told me n of his 3 him to stick around home and help her | with les enfants nights when he was entitled to a little diversion, He told me reads a lot but she ain't lov- And ht ended thusly: ‘Rose, you're older than me, but you understand me. Rose, you're darn different from the others I've met.” I dropped my grease paint and nearly ruined the front breadth of Rowe picked up the box |slang for ‘repeat’ or ‘sa a poor, shivering Indian woman, dreased in thin cotton clothes, her worn blanket wet and draggted, her brown feet on the wet, snowy porch, bare. She was dirty, too, and pooryand wet, “‘It's @ klootchman, mama,’ called the child. ‘She's all cold. I'm going to get her warm at the fire, may I? “Now, the dirty ones of the In- dians were not always asked Into | the pioneer homes. They were dreadful begrars, and mothers had to be careful, but—it was Christmas day, and Lilly's mother said: “'Yes, dear. Bring her in to the fire.” ” (To Be Continued) ay mam TTT i TK —eeeeeneenarecccccieds | | this minute and behold what that little wife ‘ours is doing. Rocking + /a crying t ; as which? he says, being his | she is. Hutch,” says I it again.’| “Is she crying to some man that | “‘Be original! I repeated, ‘Let me} you don't understand HER? Look tell you that several married gentle: | body ‘ligferent® men have tried to make love to me in |'"& UP somebody“ ittereny’: trom my time, And every last one of ‘em you? Now, T'll tell the world she is has begun with your own little|not! Coley, 1 may not be blameless, story!” an the Vamp says, {utch shrugged his big shoulders, |to help a young husband like you| ™. they meant it,” he answered. | put anything over the mother of his No more than you do, Hutch, No | children,’ * more than you! Now I'm older than| “‘You big tornado? he remarks. you, and I don’t need to be reminded of it, And believe me, 1 do under. stand men who talk like you do.|wobbly after a knockout. ‘Rose? | Don't pretend you're a dumbbell. !says he, ‘I dida’t know you had it in Just flash back to your little home you,’ what is or ain't in mo’ arning your socks, him. tells me. And we got up from the table and |help he straightened like a man who felt | babies! “‘It don’t make much difference I says to ‘’'m getting so old that noth- ing matters except to do a young mother a good turn, to shoot this: women play fair to each other, some of you men are going to quit mak ing love to more than one of us at but I'm too good |a time? But I'm all set Just as soon as we “*A darn good line, Rose,” Coley Then says T to him “Boy, let it soak in, After work this p. m. you go straight home and your tired wife with your Mrs, Nandy came tn. Rose lef @o Be Continue =~ abrupuy. >