The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 2, 1923, Page 13

a oo ae Pig SS See ee eee eee a CAN A WOMAN. FOLLOW “MODERN,” “ADVANCED” IDEAS AND BE HAPPY? * * *% * % ee HERE IS THE STORY OF ONE GIRL WHO GAVE THE THEORIES A TRIAL URSULA TRENT A Novel by W. L. George. Copyright, 1981, by Harper @ Brothers es hands to nutriment which they need | we sive her a bit of cheese, Papa! mean Belinda the bloodhound, Papa! still, ono gets tied up in their fig-| tt | not seek: a kindly Destiny has #0) sa ‘Good dc the picks hiv | tn still talking about the bench, He | arranged it that nutriment shall of] words before mo), od stock.” He | ttkes being a J, P. and fining motor- |! itself enter their languid grasp, I! plays with her * If theists and 5 ng people abate nuls- didn't seo all that then. 1 hadn't|bench weren't packed with @ lot offences, As he sm been a nurse and found out that! sentimentalists and cranks and fad-|1 suspect that he ts approachin, there's lots of blood inside @ man;| dipts poachers to} cial questions, Indeed, he ts “Y where |mor a government servants and ro We go {nto | coming to the meeting at Basingalton Pp, Heaven k Jalixed there's lots of beastline Belinda pads soft-| tomorrow night? Sore sort of tariff 8® knows that the him; nor worked for wages; nor seen) ly behind us to the door, looks in| reform, what-you-call-it affair, Got what a harlequin'’s coat is dally life.) hopelemly, My father, as she éx-|to take the chair, but I'm hanged it No harlequin in the counties, but} pects, nays, “Go back." Deprensedly, | 11) talk.’ known that most of the only people garbed in the tweed) she goes back, This has happened| His fine lips purse, Hvidently he | #Fen’t made to open. And he explains | land best muited to their complexions, the| every day for tine years, but to crave|in afruid that he will have to talk it All by saying that people don’t| 11 neemed natural, then, but, now|farmer worked to ralso? Was |tweed of their fathers, fated to be} admittance to the drawing-room 16| about tariff yeform it's wil | Want them to open, which, unfor-|that I've been poor, lived in one ung: for the ware the tweed of their sons, When I) the tradition of Belinda Trent—I| right. Walter Long believes in it. | {ately, He sume up, |r and eaten as I ¢@ I think | to be eighth baronet? | think of the country gentlemen and| VE - he A af shab conceive a at ‘om t if they Nkelof papa, of all he was| (Continued Tom EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO | the wives made necessary by the! What| instinct of self-reproduction and the} OUT OUR WAY governance of a large house, 1 am Joverwhelmed by ‘the justice of my VA GCAD L RAN ACROSS ‘rou, GVERETT, BECHUSS I CAN GIVE OU THAT MIGMORANDUM AND ‘IT WICK SAVE MG A TRIP To YOUR Oprics, I HAD IT keke SOME Prace -- It sounds Ike freedom, but 1)¢ ut of the world, eithout! in exchange. thousands of] The war hasn't) ures am not sure it fan't freedom to be | doing thing m Papa ts t He 1s! slave This talk bothers him. He|H ofs|in distarbed; he ave | pre neup he or by the steady n drinking water comes from wells that haven't been | d cleaned since Coeur de not blind. He kn: leak, that some of our cott y two bedrooms, they are wa that the ro in not 4 trout he devel for bigh wages, we'd oon run th earth, eb, Bell, old gal? nj the drawing-room mands for hou families sle ation a, Wan he Stile world? produc. g anybody? Or! most landlords) ing people t 1. He ts di n; he| because he cannot windows | body ading and Lon ut net anxtous, interfere with the | mer cast of prey, © novelty a pe n out of the bushel TRSULA TRENT, 30, married and happy, sits down to write her story. She sayh she's tntelligent and pretty, but not well educated. Her| home ts Burleigh Abbas, England. She begins her tale in the days! before the war when she was 32 and single. Now read on: I was very happy before the war, for I lked everything. I loved) ™men dances, and was one of the first to| °°nse.” exhibit the improper tango at the| I didn't say county ball at Basingalton, could I say? Was he proposing to Also, I loved hunting, the aviator|™Me? 80 I lauched and said some-| comparison with the xea anemone, I feeling when the horse rises to a/thing idtotic, like, “Oh, It doesn't! used to think them dull, the hard fence, and the queer, swoony senst-|do to think of those things. He} mouthed women who rode the soft tion of forty minutes without a/flung me a look of pain, took my|moutted horses; ‘the’ elderly ladies check, When: I close my eyes I) hand, hesitated, as if about to kiss) wha pould afford to dress worse cam feel the heavy going. Rhyth | !t and, sighing, let it go again. than thelr Gooke beonuse ‘they wate mically I rise -and: sink.-.:.\ [ half] It was horrible; it was as if I) Ail Wight the. squires, with thelr close my eyes. I glimpse tho| had failed him in something. I un-| queer, clipped language, their G-lnan huntaman’s coat, to lose {t again.| derstand him better now, for Oswald|nens, their “ain'ts," and thelr Sometimes I am in at the death,| was in the horrible state of belng|“don'tchers,” I recall the atatc very hot, dirty, half frightened, halt'| tempted to democracy, tho the #0n/ panorama of Hodge, in the taproom, excited, a pulse beating in my side,|of an earl, Yet, being intellectual,| his enormous clay-caked boots as the yapping chorus of the hounds| he did not trust the democracy that| stretched out to the vermilion fire, concentrates round the invisible fox,| called to him. He ached for change,!emoking a clay pipe and chewing and suddenly turns into a lower|and did not believe change possible.|the cud, his dull eyes resting thru chorus of growls. I am horrified,| S80 he felt incredible revolt against! the window on the cow that squats yet my eyes feel wet and soft. I|his own order, yet could not ally chewing the cud, too, It want to look at people and to smile| to the new order, He was another! has been going on for centuri stupidly, as {f I were drugged. For! of those foreigners in life, like the; ] wonder whether, when a sea in the bracken, hidden by those) Phantorn ship beating thru eternity| anemone dies, a junior sea anemone shaking, spotted white Manks, those/round (h¢ Cape of Little Hope, drifts along on the movements of quivering sterns, tragedy ts happen-| 1, |the sea, which are like those of ing. I surprise an incredible in-} A very different man from the| Time; whether it drops upon a rock stinet. I want that fox broken up.| membirs of his order in the county,|and notices the place on the rock I got the brush for the first time| It seerns that the aristocracy now| where leas slime is deposited than when I was seventeen. They blood-jand then throws up something like|on the rest; and whether {tt neglt-| 4 me, and I came down to dinner| Oswald, somebody like Lord Hugh|mently drops its anchors on that With a dirty face because I wouldn’t| Cecil or Lord Henry Cavendish Ben-| spot. . . Just as James, on of wash off the glorious sign. tinck, unless {t take the disabused| William, William, son of Howard, Men were nice to me. I refused| form of Mr, Balfour, The old vigor| drops his anchor at Ciber Court two men before I. was twenty. Then/ of. the aristocrat, that translated One has only to listen to their talk. came Lord Oswakl. Sometimes [| Itself once into pertious loyalty to| Now that it all lies so far away, wish I had married him, if only to| some blackguard king, or into/nine yearn that include a war, I know what he was really like, Os-| treachery to a good friend, that! perceive a greater clarity in these wald embarrassed one, because he|/ made murderous barons, incestuous | remembered scraps of talk, the half was 80 aloof, so nelf-contained, Just/ cardinals, and dukes who cheated | reluctant talk of people who do not} then he was about thirty, extraor- jat cards, failed, I think, to emerge| talk easily. | @inarity good-looking in a faintly} from men like Oswald, infirm of 11, | Monastic way. Every feature was) Will because doubtful of any goal. fine, burnt goldy-brown by open air|If I knew more history, if I did/ ones, soon my father comes up be-| and exercise. One couldn't just call;™ore than understand emotionally| fore me, and usually the same plo-| him an outdoor man, and tho he| What the great dead were, I might|ture at the same time, Lunch is will really that wo! doing a "Course is quite true Siamese Twins by spectal Ii keep ‘em the me anything, WELL MOM, “THERES “TH LAST OF YOUR BABY. SOME YOUNG LADY WILLGET Him Va BEFORE LONG NOW: ees BOO-HOO-OH WHY DO THEY BOO -HOO-GROW UP SO FAST- outside wesc! iy DOSSN'T SCEM To DE THERE GitHer | WAIT TILL © LOOK THROUGH THIS BUNCH AGAIN ----- IF You FIND (T, BRING-(T LP To? My Orrico |, IF i CARRIED A RAT NEST OF CLD When I think of these sea anem-) FHEATER. PROGRAMS, MEAL TICKGTS, BANK ‘Book, ‘was a politician with the orthodox Tory views of his class, one could not just call him a politician. He Was such « radical Tory. I think I would have wholly loved Oswald tf I could have understood what waa expressed in his rather slaty gray eyes, whether it was coldness or fanaticism, disdain or despair. Once, &3 we a«tood in the embyasure of a window in the ballroom at Exderton hall, he said to me suddenly: “Nothing changes. Yet is it our business, we politicians, to al soft and desperate eyes of his, and have understood Owwald. But I could only half love him, half love him in @ terrified, irritated way. I was viewing him as he viewed the world, with desire and doubt, It was that, I suppose, made me think one day: “ tool I am jto Worry about Onwa! He basn't asked me to marry him. And if he did, would I be much better off with Frank Coriesmore, who's going to propose to me soon, and who's! fat, and round, and rosy, and Jolly, | and a sallor and the youngest com- mander in the navy but two? A nice house In Southsea! Our chil- dren, round and rosy and ete. . . . and in blue, Frank would land, | finished, My father in playing with |his coffee spoon and staring into! | the smoke that rises from his cigar. Mamma is looking at him doubtful ly, from pleasant brown eyes that little lighter than mine, She awaiting the fit moment to rise and leave the rodm. I wait the time of her rising, I am aware | that behind the red-balze door at the end of the dining room the butler, and within the butler’s zone of In [that later fit moment when my father shall rise, too, and leave the room, There {# a little hush, the hush of attendance upon Sir William Rodwin Trent, eighth baronet, piay- | fluence other menials, are awaiting = DOINGS OF THE DUFFS PocKST SPELLER, AND CONAN DOYLS KNOWS “WHAT ALL, WWD INSTALL A CARD IND@X SYSTEM !l! & "0 LIKE To HIRE A MAID FOR GENERAL So LET ME ASK You FIR: HOW MANY IM YouR NEA SERVICE THE FIRST LONG PANTS Tom Interviews a Prospect BY ALLMAN WELL, THAT WILL BE ALL NOW- VLL THINK ST AT WHAT TIME DO You HAVE BREAKFAST IN THE EAT having been @ fortnight at sea, and'ing with his coffee spoon. The is, does one, with olf customs tram- shout for the last two numbers of/hush also of half past two on a pled down, and we replacing them|Punch. Punch and kisses, and alljrather warm day. The hush that by new Jaws, new laws for the old| Well. Frank Coriesmore, compared | follows a well-cooked junch. The said: “One doesn't know where one FAMILY ? HOW MANY ROOMS IN YOUR HOUSE? HOW NEAR. MORNING? WiLL) BE } BREAKFAST EXPECTED TO GET LuncH |ABOUT EIGHT AT NOON TIME? HAVE You/OCLOCK AND HOUSE WORK- ONE 1 ONLY HAVE WHe 1S A GOOD COOK) ONE WERE Today. AND 1S RELIABLE - SHE IS IN THE THIS OVER AND LET YOU KNOW: I'LL CALL ‘you AT NOUR OFFICE~ FAMILY - / T'S AN BIGHT Room with Oxwald, gave one a pretty clear| volutes of blue smoke curl and un- WAITING ROOM iS. 1T TOA STREET A VACUUM CLEANER ? WE HAVE A poskabiog ve pod ua ath Fate "PS iden of the quality of those fam-jourl about the sea anemone en- AND. YOU CAN CAR Line P HOUSE ONE pane TUMCH AT NOON- . . . 80 lovely. If we grew to love| ilies from one of which I spring.|throned In Its Georgian armehalr. ALK TO HER BLOCK FROM THE WE ALSO HAVE AN each other, would we change? We'd| 1% those days I didn’t ‘understand| What is he thinking of? Was It not CAR LINE - ELECTRIC CLEANER be married, well, yes, new clothes| ‘em as I do now. It has taken a|written that he should be, eighth ~ i for two people, You can’t make ens Today’s installment of | “The One-Man Woman” will be found on Page 6. | DAVID CRIES ENOUGH In Tacoma, not long ago, there was a big pioneer meeting to which daddy took the children; there were speeches and visitings and a regular feast of a luncheon and heaps and heaps of interest- ing people. ‘The meeting was held in the Odd Fellows’ hall, and while they were all at the luncheon somebody stood up and sald, “We have war to make me &re—sea anemones. These county families, you can watch them for generations as you can for hours (which to sea anemones are a great part of a generation), watch the brown, semiopaque animals hold up in placid pools ineffectual and lovely them as they pered. So this ts what Mr. Bier told, leaning back in his chair and matching his fingers tip-to-tip, while he halt closed his eyes and sent hig memory carefully back to the first, the very first things he could remember, “I can remember going into the old Hudson's Bay stockade often —about the first thing I remem- ‘martyr to tradition. baronet because there was a sev. enth? Did he not go to Oxford just as he would bave gone to Cam-| bridge, with equal fervor and pre- destination, if he had been born seven milon away, at Edderton hall? I'm laughing at him, but I mean no harm. I love him. He #0 seldom had 4 cross word for me, even on the day when, at the age of seven, I was tak- en to seo the Prince of Wales open the Thames Institute. I clove thru the hush in a high, childish volce, pointed at the sacred personage, and asked, “Who's that fat man?” Only papa . . . well, will my children think me funny? Is every generation the Joke of the next, and the admiration of the next but two? It ts difficult to believe that papa'’s generation will ever be the admiration of anybody. | For the picture persists, As mamma | rises, papa follows, takes my arm, and accompanies us to the drawing- room, We stop for a moment in the| hall, On the bearskin before tho fire | Belinda, our old bloodhound, ts walt- | ing, and, tho it in June, believes that she is warming herself by the empty | rate. For Belinda warms herself | there in December, and she ts a| We go to her. | Her tall swishes; she sits up, and) rests upon us the immense melan- | choly of her little blood-zoned eyos. Lg with us today the grand secre-| ber clearly was the day my sister tary of this jurisdiction of Odd| took me to school. Fellows, which includes not only| “They had school In one of the ‘ all the lodges of Washington, but | old Hudson's Bay houses, and a = eight in Alaska besides. Let me! Mr. Hathaway was (he teacher. I Wa: a ie ZZ Ws) BNG* WHILE ALL Er aD present Mr. Fred W. Bier.” was about two or three yearn old lie Moe Zia Mock PoMP 1S We ode take ‘Then Mr, Bier stood up and) and I was perfectly happy till ei sald, “I suppose thers 1s nobody | school ‘took up’; often I think I MEDAL ou YOUR PURE TOMFOOLERY, YET OUT THAT VEST py espe ant a here today who has a better right | must have been afraid to nee that IN A CERTAIN DEGREE, KING! =THIS PATTING NOURSELF PERFUMES to attend a meeting of Washing-| many children keeping still at CHEST WoT I FEEL A SLUGHT GLOW! | opper crown auehee enter Wi Sth bl tl ton Pioneers than I. once, anyway I lifted up my voice MAKE You OF TRIUMPH INTHE TITLE *\ }o BACK, TLL LE was born at Fort Vancouver | and let out a howl and nothing F “CHAMPION” WHICH \S MADE. ouT YTAKE AN OLD OVE fn 1852, that's one year before| would stop It. oF cl oF 1H! "HELP OF MINE! 6 WHEN ‘Washington was made into a ter-| "Mr. Hathaway stood it as long You BESTOW UPON ME, “Maer Hin HW ritory, and I've never lived out of | as he thought best, then taking FOR BESTING BUSTER GE ous Washington since, except for 10| me by the back of my clothes, he a eos ence BLOWING Vou'LL BE months spent in Pendleton, Ore.” | lifted me out of the door, and GEA eli es ehcp IN GHAPE “To LEAD ‘Now that all sounded pretty| closed the door behind me, HONORS b= ' fine to the kiddies, and they| “Was I scared? Not a bit. 1 A BRASS BAND! squeezed hands under the table| was perfectly content out there and Peggy whispered, “but not| alone. sad ones, Davie, shall we?” And| “I guess teachers had some David said back as if he meant it,| pretty good systems those early D “111 say not! I've had about all| days; 1 recall after I was big u the sad ones I want for one while.| enough (o go to school sure ‘That bear story kind o’ fed me up on the sad stuff.” “0-00-00-00, yes!’ Peggy whis- | adil enough we had 8, B, Curtis for our teacher, (To Be Continued) S hiethel Pale and Thin Gensine OrangePekoe. iscriminating tea drinkers enthuse over its rare flavor, 6 package today, aD WME zfPP- FOR ATIME, TODAY, THE ARGUMENTS OVER THE GROUND HOG AND HIS SHADOW GREW SO HOT THAT MARKAL. OTEY WALKER THREATENED To TAKE A HAND /ATHE FRACAS — *