The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 5, 1923, Page 11

tate - : - = = << S = = s MONDAY THE ATTL TA PAGE 11 na ee a oa = |shopa, on the streets, and that nearly | of the building by seeing my chicf,jwas « long, thin maa, sheltered by | dictated. We began with « letter to) started an office boy of 14 and ended| he always put it, he was under the Soc7 Pe j all om have simply bolted from) Mr. Kaowle, turn an alinost ob-/long, thin, gray hair; @ reddish-yel-|@ farmer, who complained of the non-| as director of Section B, but the local | Crown. Whether “under” was what } D IN i h from what Is called a good! viously attentive ear toward the con-|low nose, rather I!ke an undeveloped|return of his churns, At « certain) A, & C. depot had sent us an old| he meant I am not quite sure, Also | = home (so called I pect, because &| versation which was being conducted | Swede, gave thru ite turn-up an alr] ocentence Mr. Knowle broke off. car on which they were trying a ne he w busy, for he was one of UJLy Ww food home ts an ideal and therefore|on the other wide, ‘This did not sur-|of mean ferocity tc counte “ and tho the minister cannot | girl. We passed a little time with «| those who © lost all tacts : 8 doesn't exist), I come to believe that | prise me ip Mr, Knowle, I had never | The jemarkable 1 the Committ himself to the statement| wheel in a ditch, during which it|for anyth work, He tad A Novel by W. L. George the young should at @ certain time} met anyone quite like him before.|teoth, the furtive, sharp eye, guve| that the churns hhve been delayed by| rained with beautiful steadiness,| worked so hard that on Sundays he be separated from the old and placed | He had, I think, beet departmental|one the impression of ratiike mean-|or owing to action taken by officials| while Mr. Knowle ran from side to| could think of nothing else to do than Copyright, 1091, by RSULA TRENT, 80, w She saye she's in gent and home is Burleigh Abbas, England befere the war when she was porals, but she turns them dow LORD OSWALD, a young momber of ings, She becon engaged to is killed before » hospital service OR, UPNOR, who scorns the upper « NOW READ ON I owe & great deal to Doctor Up- aor; he taught me to read. He bro! my mind open. But I was not to stay in the hos- pital to the end of the war, It was Sot only that Doctor Chorley was too rude, and Doctor Upnor too kind; it was that the Women rejoiced too much in that rudeness and that kind- | ness. Toward the end of 1916, I had fone up to Doctor Upnor’s room with & paper, I forget what, but it was quite genuine. Just as we had fin- tshed, Matron came tn, looked at us, 41 nothing, sald that nothing which between women amounts to a shout of anger, 1 didn’t think about it any more, I went home on leave for a week, and found the sea ancmones were turning into almost invisible microbes. Papa was recruiting, standing on cars and talking about slory and duty . . . and | couldn't help thinking It queer, I, who the day before had been clearing up fingers and bits of fleah. an “at home” for the Prince of Wales's fund; people were still knit- ting; the papers were seeing the funny side of the war, which I, being @ woman, I suppose, never grasped, T went back to the hospital, and, a week later, for no reason except that 1 was what he called unsuitable, Doc- tor Chorley asked me to resign. M. tron, I suppose. It is a funny feeling being, as I learned to call it, sacked. One is excited, « personage; tt must be very stimulating to be sentenced to be hanged, to be distinguished from one’s fellows. One goes about telling one’s friends that one's golng, and privately that one’s got the sac! to one's semi-enemies, one suggests that one wasn't going to stick it any longer and that one resigned. In a ‘way one feels relieved: that bit of one’s life work is done and the future , opens, After 1$ months of war, lysol, and Mberty I was a very different girt from the hunting miss, the dancing miss, who liked the novels of Marie Corelli, improved her mind (on the ayl) with the memoirs of Lady Car- digan, and saw life as a sort of crick- et match between her class and the rest of the world The rest being no- where. In a way Doctor Upnor had something to do with it. I don't mean that he taught me things, but he stimulated something that was there, & sort of mental curtosity which hadn't been satisfied. Kor Instance, im our last talk, the day I left the hospital, I remember that in a fit of depression that followed the elation ef my dismissal I had decided to be @ better girl, and bought most of Tennyson, bound in one volume, to read in the train. Now I hate pos- try. I suppose it's crude of me, but I feel that to. write poetry ts just a have found volumes of poetry, mostly uneut and some with dusty tops. Well, that was my first and my last attempt to read poetry, for Doctor Upnor picked up the book, and his we're going back to Hampshire to sees him again Woe were having} Harper @ Brothers sl and happy, sits down to write her story pretty, but not well educated. Her| She begins her tale in the days 22 and single. She bas several pro nm, ‘Then comes the Gristooracy with democratid lean him as he leaves for the front. He News arrives as she is busy in There she comes under the influence of Lasoo. hear ‘the mellow ouzel Muting tn the im.’ We're going to derive broad | Courage and splendid faith from the |rhythmio teacher who tells us that |there are "So many words, to do, so little done, such things to bat” | “Don’t laugh at me,"I sald “One ought to read pootry.” He laughet “You know, Miss ‘Trent, I didn't expect you to succumb to superstition, Pootry ts only a superstition, A sort of degraded music, Everything that is said in poetry can be sald in prose more eas. fly and more completely. The fact remains that if you want a rhyme to ‘cat, it must be something like mat, or pat, or rat. Now rat hap- | pens to tit, and all is well in that case. But imagine the wretched | sttuation of a poet with his cat hero in @ barn where there are not rata, jut only mice, He would have to | torture, to mangle his line so as to Jend: ‘A mouse, not rat.’ In other words he would have to drag in the wretched rat.” | “But the melodious sound!” TI said, feedly. | “If you want melody, buy a penny | whistle, And, anyhow, if all you want {s melody, why bothtr about | the sense at all? Why not juxtapose words that sound well, such as pur |ple, primula, Endymion? hero's qut nice Iine for you: ‘Endy- |mion’s purple primula.' Doesn't mean anything, but sounds well. Miss | Trent, don't be taken in. Neither by | political traditions, nor by class hab- ltt, nor by the worship of Latin or Greek or poetry or the musical slasses, There is only ono test, whether of a thing or of a man— Do I like it? Don't ask yourself whether you ought to like it. If you don’t ike {t, It isn't good for you. A dog will not eat powdered glass, be- cause Instinct tells him !t tn not a nice diet. Well, trust your instinct. Sniff that powdered glass carefully, every variety of it you may mest Fear no experience. But please don't wo farther in expefience which you are not really drawn to.” He held my hand for a moment. “Goodby. I don’t suppose I shall see you again unless you want me to.” I did not reply for a moment, but freed my hand, for I was rather afraid he was guing to kiss me. I didn’t mind the idea, but {t made me Mervous, because I didn't know how I stood with him. So I just said “Oh, I shall be deing something else 80 much | , in severely classified internment/ manager in a biz London dairy, and cam pa, |fomehow he had been mad> director 1 think I was rather a worry to) of Section Bin the Hasingalton food mamma Before the war I wa a/ control, We dealt with cheese, but- worry because I had to be amused/| ter, milk, and all dairy offals, It was and, if possible, married. I had to be} not dull. Farmers came in furious provided with horses, which mamma | and went out fuddied. I confess that » felt weren't reliable. I had to}! myself took an occcasicnal malig have frocks ordered for me, which | nant delight in making a large pear meant going to town with mamma, splring man fill in several colored who bates railway journeys; I had forma. When he asked why we to have parties given for me, tho | hadn't answered his month-old letter, mamma cares for the society of hard-|1 crushed him by giving him a new ly anyone save Aunt Augusta. I re- | green form and telling him that if he member the pucker between her eye vould rewrite his statement on that brews when one of my parties had to| form, we would attribute to it its be given and it was suddenly discov. | proper reference number, and I could| ered that the parlor maids had se-| assure him all would be well, Mr tly broken most of the glass. She got Isabel married and me en- gaged. Poor mamma! She was a casualty in a way. She didn’t expect her! younger daughter to come back trom| (on) STIQUSTTS § EVERETT TRUE ant, or to remark that there were | Knowle was very remarkable, He! (Welsh? Or ts it: Look you?) He|!® attendance. WOULD YOu BE INTERESTSD, SIR,IN 4 VOLUME ir Tees, Bod INSTANCS, ness, A rat with @ touch of pea-| under his control, he is nevertheless | ade, yelping, offering no help to the | iny cock. (The maximum of cross breed-| aware that irresponsible action taken| girl, Fortunately she expected the| watchman ing.) 1 became his shorthand typlst.|by officials not so employed might | accident, for she had brought @ jack | “that everyt He sat behind hin donk, cleaning his | lead the aforesaid officials to condone | and stolidly levered up the axle, while} Monday me anguler finger pails with a pocket | what might be drscribed as an Irreg-| Mr, Knowle yapped about the dan knife. That was a charecteristio; to| ular status quot.” | ger, and the damage done to national | sort ab the end of our acquaintance we sel- Mr. Knowle threw himself back tn |interesta by his delay in reaching | 4: nd made us do it so far as he dom conversed free from this cere-| bis armchair and combined his tn. | fing. Also about the indignity|coula. We lont Miss Moss Iike that, monial, but the deeper Mr. Knowle|¢redible finger naila, “There, Miss | offered to the director of Section B.| because she wanted a day off to get dug, the dirtier his nails got. “You,”| Trent,” he said, “ls a model official| When at last we started aguin he re-| marric Mr. Knowle sald that is hy maid, “I think you'll do.” Ho tit-| letter, look.” He winked at me vig-| sumed the conversation on danger,|war time there was no time to gat tared; “But you'll have to pay strict|orously, “Never commit yourself, delay and dignity, These topics em-| cept the lunch hour, H@ attention to business, look! For you| Miss Trent, eh?" I smiled dutifully, | ployed also @ great deal of time at| had more f the value of ti young ladies” (titter), “you only | He amiied back. We were getting on./the Reading central office; in an at-| than of th of labor. I thing about dances, eh? and parties,| 1 had to go with him one afternoon | tenuated form they pervaded the of-|to him everyt was @ “hand”; i oh? Well now, shall we make «|! the car to Reading, not that he|fice for the next two or three duya.| you paid somebody tenpence an hour start, look? We've no time to waste | Wanted me, but because the director; Yet he was enjoying himself very| you had to ha your hour. The when the country’s in danger, look!” | 0f Section B must have his secretary} much. He had had more people un-| work done hour interested No doubt he would|der him than he had now, but it had| him, but interested him less, (Continued Tomorrow) BY WILLIAMS, py depot and ask the 9 didn’t know, to se ing was all right on ” He ihed ake; he found’s good in the 12-hour work for work married, BY CONDO have liked to tell me how. he had! been private service, while now, as OUT OUR WAY howpital to tell ber to wtrafe a wery-| Uuar to SAY AND WHEN To Say IT, ano ~-- “umpteen” pheasants tn the covert | = ready for shooting. Mamma recov- | ered « daughter who smoked gaspers| |) and crossed her legs, Mamma heard her daughter say “damn.” Papa said, | “Really, Ursula, I don't know what you girls are coming to,” and gave me a cigaret, He thought me rather fun; he went about hoping that I} wasn't flirting, and conveying that he had an open mind if I wanted to confess, j But he, too, was to have his| troubles. I feel very ungrateful when | I think of it, but I couldn't stand betng suspended lke this at Burleteh Abbas, Burleigh Abbas! What a name, Like Horsted Keynes, or Whitechurch Canontoorum. Could anything possibly happen in places | called like that? | It may seem strange, but the thing that drove me out again was no fever of agitation; It was a joke. There tn Joke going round In a coun-| try house, generally a silly one. It is used several times a day for about a week, Later, It crops up again at growing Intervals. For in country houses very little happens, #0 jokes Gre spread out. In this case, we had & man staying for the week-end, a certain Capt. Stanhope, The night he arrived, most of the west wing was flooded, Including its bathroom So he had to use the bathroom at- tached to my bedroom. (Bathrooms had forced thelr way Into Ciber Court, and we had only two on that floor.) Of course I hurried on the Sunday morning, but be didn’t, and as in my haste I had left my tooth- brush tn the bathroom, I didn’t know what to do. I Ietened to him splesh- ing for some time; when he came out, and devoted what ssomed endless days of drying himself, I could bear it no more, and, gently opening the door, I put in my hand and asked for my toothbrush, which he «ave me. But at breakfast he let out mild ineldent. The whole of that week-end was filled with humorous allusions to the intimate relations I expect we'll come across each other.” I gave Tennyson to Nurse Gar- thrope. She was a serious woman, and I expect she forced herself to read it, I was beginning to develop into a woman since I was getting ‘subtle In revenge CHAPTER IV Heritors I It isn't easy to live at home. If I have daughters and they grow up, I shall turn them out at 20 with a check and a blessing. Perhaps then they'll just mob my front door. When I think of the many girls I have met, on the stage, in manicure ‘ar Mr. Bier returned presently with a slip of paper, a little, yel- lowed with age, just an ordinary- looking scrap of writing paper, / yet he has carefully kept it for 60 years. ‘The slip says that Fred W. Bier has won the honor of holding first place in his geography class and it is signed by 8. B. Curtis. One wonders if those early parents and teachers of our Northwest had a something (or a somewhat) to give to the children which was better than the bronze buttons and gold medals for which they strive today. “I used to see Gen. Grant quite often in those days,” Mr. Bler continued. “He was only a young eutenant then, pretty wild some- times, a great trader; shipped hogs and grain to 'Frisco,and seemed to ‘have a wonderful business head. "Yes, he sometimes did things which I fancy he hated to look back on in later life. It was hard for a young fellow to keep straight way out here In the wilds with more saloons than churches and stores put together. And very Uttle that would he ~ him be the kind of man his n. “ter would want him to be. “But Grant was always a gen- tleman; tipsy or sober, in all cir- cumstances a gentleman. “I recall hearing them tell of hotel ) DD * * By Mabel Cleland THE END OF THE BIER STORY Seattle + sd existing between us; we were sharing | @ bathroom. Was it compromising | for a young man and a young woman | to share a bathroom If they did not | share it simultaneously? Did he| brush my teeth for me? After, laughing four times or #0, I got mad-| dened; on the Tuesday night I was! rude to papa when at dinner he asked | who would next week-end share Ursula’s bathroom, | I went to Basingalton, where a Mftle old man who had failed as a music master taught shorthand and typewriting in a dusty, copying of-| fice. Oh, how I hate shorthand! It's no easy to do, and no illegible when | you've done it And typing! 1} thought it would take me years to! learn not to put “thr” for “the.” Aa} for inserting a new ribbon! One| wants motor gloves and a mackin-/ towh. I practiced on « hired machine | at home, “Now is the time for all} good men to come to the aid of their party,” to get my speed up. Papa} said ft sounded worse than the plano. So, at the end of three months, I was very bad, and was at once engaged | at the food control office at Basing-| alton. I arranged this without too much difficulty; papa and mamma | felt @ little disgraced by the venture, | which wali quite different from my Florence Nightingaling, bot they} were hampered by their period—girls | ‘YOU SAY You ONLY HAVE ONE MAID TO OFFER TODAY AND SHE WON'T "TAKE 4 PLACE WHERE THEY HAVE CHILOREN- ALLRIGHT PLL CALL UP AGAIN ~ CRS —igne Ween a Witt othsr soldiers and settlers, was in a saloon,” Mr. Biers paused, then explained, “It's hard to make you young folks of this generation un- derstand things as they were then; don’t get the idea that saloon meant then what it did when prohibition cleaned them all out of our cities, “Well, ‘anyway, this night the men were in a saloon there at Fort Vancouver, and one man said, ‘Say-ay-ay! I heard the best story today,’ then he laughed and said with mock curse, ‘If there are no ladies present, I will tell it.’ “Then Grant stepped forward and said quietly, but in a tone of éauthority, ‘I think I wouldn't tell it if I were you. There are no ladles present, but there are gen- tlemen.’ “The story wasn't told. “You know he never lived in the barracks, and never was commander at the fort, as s0 many will tell you. He lived with Gen. Rufus Inglis in a house by the depot. “My father joined the U. 8. army in 1848, and in 1916 I went back to New York and visited the re were doing these things. | So I became a servant of the state. | How: splenilid that sowfids until you start filing, The food control office | at Basingalton was located in a ware- | house attached to Basingalton town} hall, which had been divided into! small rooms by an Immense number | of matchboard partitions. My atten- tion was drawn to thi conformation | OUR BOARDING HOUSE ie WELLFKT= Ive quir ‘ 2 MV REGULAR DAY JOB OF To WAVE YouR ALAN CHLOROFORM BE PUNCHES IN FRONT]\ ow OF TH’ CAMERA, J- K\ VILLIAN HOLDS A BOUQUET, \ OF GUNS UNDER “TH b) SHERIFFS Nose! very same old barracks in which he did his first soldiering. “My mother came from County Down, in Ireland. She loved this West country, and I've heard her say, ‘I won't say surely, but think my young sergeant hus- band raised the first American flag ever raised in this state there at old Fort Vancouver.’” nan Since Viking Days cod-liver oil, now known to be exceptionally rich in the vitamines, has been a means of health and strength to tens of thousands. 3 Scott's Emulsion fs coddiver oil direct from the “Land of the Vik- ings,” made into a form not unlike rich cream. Ithelps make and keep boys, girls and grown people sturdy. i) YUNDERSTAND @ EW? WHY THAT BIG “Ye BLUNDER ! « CMON FELLERS AN WATCH MY DORG RUN his CAY UP A REE! 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