The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 14, 1925, Page 12

PAGE 12 SPLADD THE STORY SO PAK Gloria we with his Dick stays JOHN SEYMOUR. who had killed Himself because of his wife's Affair with JIM CAREW! c n Gloria and tries to do a Keeping and falls. es up her mind to morning she de May Seymour comes to @ shows Gloria a clip see her ping from into tears. LORIA unfolded the little clip ping, curiously “Mr, and Mrs. Rodney senibreok| engagement of their| daughter, Margot, to Mr. James| Snnounce th Neale Carewo, formerly of Boston. The wedding will be an event of late} “Jim Carewe engaged! Gloria cried | did you ever hear of | at her with wet,/ aloud. ssuchathing! And who's the girl, for goodness sake?" May looked up red-rimmed eyes. * in of Myra Gail’ 8 a little of she said. Sehool this month. She can’t be more than 20. . . and Ji 36, if he’s a@minute! Talk about cradle robbing. | . Gloria shook her head slowly, “But May,” she said. “You never cared a| snap of your fingers about Jim, I've heard you say so a hundred times. Tt was always Jim who was wild about you.” | “I know it,” May answered. “Bu Jim's like all men. He wants to be|, respectable. He'd never marry me in a million years since this this scandal about John's . . . sul-| She pressed her handkerchief hard | against her lips for a moment. Then WV : ene, Olive Roberts Barton i newspaper, and bursts! ! | (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) al young thing just graduated from| THE SEATTLE STAR LR WIFE y Beatrice Burton © 1925 NEA sERvice ING And beside him was Susan Briggs. on bravely: “This girl can} just what he wants. Re- a houseful of friends, does care for me, but he’s not xoing to marry a scandal! He's too to do a thing like that! He thin: mu h of himself.” NO. 15—PETER PETER CHANGES HIS MIND Peter Peter sat at one-end of the Supper table and Mrs. Peter sat at the other. In Daddy Gander Land everybody had supper and dinner at noon. }Uup the house, and turn the bread| | In between sat Juggle Jump andjinto the pans and bake ft, and the Twins, “I think the rolls and jam and) everything are delicious, Mrs. j; ond then churn all the jars of sour] the | crea Peter,” said Nancy. “So du J,” said Nick. “This is fine pumpkin pie.” “1 wish my wife could make as good pies as my mother used to,” (.aaid Peter Peter complainingly. “Why, Peter Petgrt’ said his wife. “I make my ples exactly like Mrs. | , John told me.” ' “Well, anyway,” grumbled Peter Peter, “I'm sure there is some-| thing wrong.” } And he went on again about| Mothing being just right in the} house, and his wife not managing} right. | Juggle Jump and the Twins look-! ed at Mrs. Peter and Mrs. Peter} _ looked at them | And Juggle Jump raised his eye- brows as much as to say “now.” | For they all had “f'l1 tell you what I eter | Peter,” said Mrs. Peter suddenly. | “Vil trade with you. I'll do all| Your plowing and hoeing and weed- pulling if you will do my house-| work for a day.” | “Oh, ho!” laughed Peter Peter | ‘more good-naturedly. ‘That's a| “joke! Sure, I'll trade. I'll take a} good rest and smoke my pipe all| day. Of course you'll not be able to do a hand's turn on the farm But I'll let you try anyway just to see what it is to be a nan and} “have so much work to do. Mrs. Peter smiled. “All right, Peter Peter. “All you have to do| when you get up tomorrow is to} milk the’cows and drive them out, then feed the pigs and chickens, and get breakfast and wash the dishes, and make the beds, and dust | bake three pumpkin pies, and go to the dalry and skim milk, m I've been saving into but- ter, and then get dinner and wash} the dishes and ree! the yarn I spun today, put to soak for the washing, and get supper and the dishes and gather the eg and —” Stop! Stop!’ cried Peter Peter. Did you do all that oday Yes and more,” said his wi “Because I washed the windows and attended to my flower garden as well.” “Well, I declare!’ said Peter Peter. ‘I didn’t know you had #0 much to do, I’m ev sorry for what I d. And this ple is ju I guess I have been an old bear and I'm sorry. After all, I think, perhaps, it is the people wh © the most comfortable who do the most com. plaining, and I'm never going to delicio |do {it again. Indeed, I think I can spare enough time from my corn| and pumpkins to attend to the cows and I'll help you all f can after this, Mrs. Peter.” “And now, my dears,” sald Mrs. Peter to the Twins after supper, “you won't need to help me to work in the fields tomorrow You have helped me in a far better way. So I shall try to keep my promise a help you, too, N ell we can do about Puff’s buttons.” (To Be Continued.) N. B. A. Service, Inc.) (Copyright, 19 ANGEE | LETTER FROM LESLIE PRES-| COTT TO RUTH BURKE— CONTINUED Some way, Ruth, I could not but feel sorry for this man who was able to buy everything in the world | except love and friendship. When} his hand fell almost inadvertently | oyer mine which was resting on the rail, I did not draw my hand away. } “I will never be very lonely here again,” he murmured, “for while I am sitting on this deck with the moonlight making a path of silver across the sea up to the cas-| tle of my dreams, I will people this | deck again with all the lovely Ia-| dies and fine men that are here| tonight. | “Many, many times I shall seo you just as you are standing now the moon's silver glow turni your pale cheeks to an almost translucent radiance many long conversations 1 have with you when you will ha all the things I want you to sa and smile on me as you did last ,night when you stretched out your} soft, white hands to me in sym- pathy, “If one has a vivid imagination, one's friends are often pleasanter | company when one only meets them in that fairy land one calls hia mind, than when they are be- aide him in the flesh. “There are no conventions to be . considered, no social ethics to re: member, There the icy coldness of gociety's criticlams are not to be feared, for they do not exist." ra | who had just won several hundred jof white r | strains of * “Oh, my dear Iady of the} tening cars? It Snows, you will never guess how | His voice trailed away into ‘sl-} lence. I gently drew my hand from beneath his. Dear Ruth, 1} was getting rather restless, for 1} did not know why this man inter ested me so, why it was that J, dollars because I was not curious should be so curious to know what he was thinking about Was this the samo Melville Sar- toris who was supposed to be so fascinating to all women? Was this the way he talked to those lovely ladies that Jack in- sisted he had «made his victims, or was I the only one for whom he saved his poetic fancies I hardly dared to be egotistical enough to think the last Soft Hawallan music began. We heard the chairs moved to gi us room on deck to dance. Can you imagine the soft, silvery moonlight flooding that white deck and from some hidden place behind the reen the sadly sweet filling our lis. the most sen. sually beautiful moment I known. The lovely gowns of the women were drifting from the shadowy moonlight of the rail to the brillant electric ight which was streaming | onto the deck from the windows | of the salon. It was very easy to} think ot that moment that in all] the world there was no happiness, | there was no one in misery or in| pain lo Ave over “Come and dance with me, Les-| le,” whispered Syd in my ear, | I turned obediently, altho 1 con fess to you that I had hoped Mr. Sartoris would ask me again to tango with him (Copyright, 1026, N, 1%, As Bervice, Inc.) } t over what office to ask her not to go away from gave him sym A man didn’t talk that way nut a woman unless he was in love her, Gloria told herself de on a chapter of he The 8 cas asked between bites of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding © Henry made a tired sound his throa’ @ very good thing it was, | she fears younger than Aunt Doreas went on. “A very you everything clean and| stove, new and shining. Perhaps he still) haven’t had any & “I haven't had t into the kitch too | en It finshed thru Glori they were like m |to danger and 1, as far unt Dorcas fe magt had and darn the stockings and ry I almost died fr and ever 80 | thing about Gloria answer FLAPPER FANNY says- many henpecked husbands are MOM’N POP GOOD MORNING - MR. TYTE = YOU'RE THIS MORNING he had sald. Was; Gloria followed her father sible that Dick still loved b t Henry out on to the front wouldn't let her go this way, @vould| ‘There were times when ab Aunt Dorcas in large sorning as she made the bed . Today was one of them nd washed the dishes, Gloria oe 8 There was just a bare chance ed thru the Sunday paper ick. would call her from the y the photograph of a house eye, It looked like thelr house But no, Susan Briggs was| Dick's and hers, It was their house office nd Dick was com ‘Owner must sell," read the under her sway was beneath the pictu “BIx-r¢ ably not even thinking ut hin| house, with finished atte. Eve at home. His wife, packing her | thing in good condition, Good term trunks to leave his house, forever! if buyer takes furniture, Call Hadn't Dick said that Miss Briggs r Ho Bidg s the one person in the world who was going to sell the fur athy and understand p in the living room, the cunn kitchen table, th eso rug that had lain lk ~ked her trunks, and pres-| light on the floor of the dining © expressma for them. I wuppone he'll sell even the little was nothir Jo|red smoking-stand I gave him for no ex ataying. And) Chri loria thought mise orig lin in the house that | ably little tea-wagon!"* had been the House of Dreams for| The wagon had been the ut DI pride of Gloria's heart, It had looked ¢ Dream Heart-| #0 homey with its blue tea cups break House was more like it the little silver teapot that had been ia Jaid the key to the front randmother’s on the hall table, where I I'll telephone Dick {be sure to find it, She picked|@sk him for that little tea-wa, little handbag, and we made up her mind that night med bel lay in bed oe did not telepho: tea-wagon, She didn't kn but father W had been mar 24 years. And he f, brushing her hair, making r.| self lovely for Dick's eyes 4 you that Glory had left h didn’t I, Henry?’ Aunt I «to her aunt's | call myself 29," Gloria I'l bet 1 wor 7 Au hi t 1 » mee o« at But did minute fot fi 1 a A She had hardly stepped f Kave us the family | the street car when sly t 10 feet awa 4 one hand like ng the pavement A-nah! she | beside him, looking up into his ¢ their son!| was Susan Briggs! did they ever do for (To Bo Continued) A Mm. Gregory | y to introduce you ONT miss any of the future mighty f thrilling installments "The Flapper Wife.” If you are going on your vacation, hi The Star follow you. Dellve: by mail anywhere in Amer: only 60c @ month, Inoluding post age. Delivered by carrier in Se. attle, 60c @ month, daring ects » ES SSR ee MUDD CENTER FOLKS I SEEN HER GOIN’ HUM TRYIN’ T’ COMPETE FROM TH’ BARBER SHOP WITH TH’ FLAPPER S witH HER HAT DOWN 1§ PUTTIN’ A DENT OVER HER EYES - IN FANNY'S POCKET AUNT FANNY BUZZ FINDS THAT BEING UP-TO-DATE 1S EXPENSIVE ~~ AFTER SPENDING FORTY CENTS To HAVE HER. HAIR BOBBED SHE DISCOVERS THAT HER » AIS BONNET WITH THREE OR FouR MoRE YEARS OF WEAR IN AT, WILL NOT FIT HER, MEAD~~~ THE BOYS ARE ALL SET. To PoKe. A LITTLE FUN AT HER--— © 1925 BY WEA SERVICE, Onc. WHAT ) (SANE Tt 1 ge ee vertining section caught her « “HOoRAD BROKE ''1) POLL. HIN UO ! Qverything that had been the friendly yellow Bhe decided to go to Dick's office to ask him for the GAY CORA-NNLL BE WINTER BFORE WE GET TCAMPBELLS | ISLE AT TK’ RATE WERE Goin’. Car y SIREFT FOR SALE~ LES GO LOOK AT iT TWERE SHE \G,MAM- ff £50 AS SHE STANDS. wanted to seo him —— BUT WE ONLY HAVE 160 £2 to see him agair | She spent two hours bathing her her as her only weapon againat She must keep it bright THERE AINT A |) NO ENGINE?) Aw-THAS THNG WRONG WITH (T= \'LL (] WHAT GOOD TELL You wry! COULD ACAR | Vm Seuiuy’ iy || POwsiBe \T_ AIN'T GOT ‘TV ASNT BOT FIFTY MILES — WE CAN GET PEOPLE Y' Tow US TH’ REST oF WITHOUT AN | A LOTTE TRIP IN THEIR ABSOLUTELY NO EXPENSE. of D825 By MEA BERVICE. Im BY BLOSS (aap GEE-IM HUNGRY ALREADY<You ASK MOM FOR SOMETHING )\ n0,Yo0 WS UNCLES WE Go BACK THAT WILUE'S MOTHER HAS TAKEN THEM WHY, DIDN'T You HAVE A. PICNIC LUNCH WIT MRS WA\ WANT SOMETHING YES, WE HAD SOME, BUT EVERYTHING A Bit of Hard Luck ~ YoU SEE FINE LDEA- UD LIKE TO WALK ES-AND IT We @eeN WALKING WITH YOU FOR THE EXERCISE y To WORK LATELY BUT UM INA HORRY SO TLL GRAB A STREET CAR~ L SPOSE YOU HEARD .ABOUT THE CAR FARES BEING REDUCED? WHY THAT'S FONNY! L THOUGHT You'd Bt THE LAST PERSON IN THE WORLD TO COMPLAIN ABOUT (T LUVE GoT A Good REASON “TO COMPLAIN ~ — LUSED To SAVE S) BY WALKING ~ N ONLY SAVE SIX! EVEN CENTS