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LCjfflftlhto rthrrs, Both Young Men and Women, Searching for Ideal Mate, Write Their Opinion# to "Jack" and "Twenty-Six." "We art living in the year 1921, instead of is one | man's adrifa to "Jack" and "Mr. Twenty-Six." who are ecarching in vain for their dream girl without art// apparent | success. Another young m<jn rises to state that he is too old i fashioned himself and doesn't icant an old-fashioned wife. |; Other opinions, too, on the perplexing girl problem follow: I*»>r Miss Orey: I urn a young Inan. 14. single, and without flutter Ins mywlt 1 am glad to state my character la up to standard. My mln<l at one time "followed on the same track aa "Twenty Hl*," hut In course of time I realized my mis take. The people In thla little old world Kef oura are not living In the year of *M, but In 1921. There has been an change during these Imtire. tly Uils hiu< made us. | M to apeak. live a "faster" life. 1 alt ho personally 1 prefer the | "slower" one. jj Working all daj and going to 1 achool tn the evening, naturally 1 I no time to think of matrimony. IfcjMfcut I honestly believe If a real man *H%ants to find an honest to goodness *i(prl he shouldn't encounter any U he chooses Uie right com pany. J. M. M. w• • • Should Broaden Their Minds Dear Mlsa Grey- I wish to offer a suggestion for "Twenty Six" and v "Jack." I'rless they broaden their minds considerably they'll never find what they are looking for. 1 1 have a remote Idea that I am jj acquainted with these young men. > and my personal opinion la that they & pa.** up lots of good sensible girls ™ . for the attrwetiv* type. More than ' Cnce they have formally met the j "'W type of girl. but because her t t dress whs below her knees and she fjMidn't display rouge, they thought , her toe plain to take to the popular I am a 1951 all around girl and HJhphns sensibly, yet not extreme. I B %m well acquainted with both types V of girls and there Is good In all of ' | them. What would all of these ex 1 $ treme dressers in the male sex do 1 | If there weren't any similarly dressed Itlrls to attract them. "Bird* of a feather flock together." *j* lam on the same side of the fence ■K as "Jack" and "Twenty Six" as I HK find It exceedingly hard to find a boy ■H that don't talk about a girl, whether HE She pleases him or not. Six nights out of the week I am i.t at home, because I would rather be [JS at home In romfort than out with ■K the "modern boy of today." 1 so far pi hare fortunately found one real man. Lv but at the present time he Is away. K So wake up, you poor, unfortunate, ■K tnlsnnded hoys, and remember that Clothes NK\TR make the girl. HBlwally, as they are always obtain [Tß«ble. WAITING. 'THE UPHILL ROAD" (OpyfUM. BH4« A Rncftln) * V (Continued Prom Yesterday) "What do you want to alng that song for, Joan?" Hastings said angrily. "Surely, out of all number you have, you could ■ have found something better. Fer HLfLrr looks bored to d<--ath." "I wasn't bored." aaid Ferrler. Hastings went forward "I've Just written to Major." he Bfcaid. He Indicated the letter in his iW'kand. "1 asked him to run down to rn morrow If he's not engaged. Vou f' know Major, Joan. I thought—" He l broke off. frowning: Joan had slipped If 4 away. Hastings struck a match on the stone window sill. In the sud ' den flare Ferrler saw that he was ' • railing. "Joan doesn't care for Major par t 1 ticularly." he said easily. "She's a It queer little girl; quite unprecedented W the fancy she's taken to you, Fer Tfc n«r." 3 Richard Ferrler made no answer £ He wondered what would happen Bftwere he to seize the man by the collar and fling him thru the lt enrag<-d him to see the being so carefully laid for his lt enraged him to think " that they Imagined he was going to be fool enough to walk Into them. He would walk Just exactly; as far I as It suited his convenience, and I then —then he would show them both r the sort of man they had to deal With. | It did not take Ferrler long to I sleep that night. The emotions of r the day were strange to him. His head had hardly torched the pillow . before he was fart asleep. C He awoke suddenly with a start. • He sat up In bed staring round him | Jt was quite dark still, save for the f moonlight, which lay In a yellow i patch on the flqpr. Thru the open f window came the sound of the sea on the sand at the foot of the cliff. Ik Ferrler leaned forward on his elbow, * listening Intently, for there was an | other sound In the silence—a little, I Indefinite sound. He threw back the J b"d clothes and went quietly to the fl door. H The handle was loose. It turned K noiselessly under the quiet touch of fingers. He opened the door a of Inches. The landing was In darkness, but W the silence was broken again now r anA then by that little sound. Hut ■bit was no longer Indefinite. Ferrler knew quite well now what It was— ■ tie sound of a woman sobbing. I'errier opened the door wider, and f Us he did so a clock on the stairs struck 12. So It was only midnight, after all. He had only been asleep a little more than an hour. I, Before the last stroke had died k\.iway Ferrler stepped out on the U landing. There* was a faint streak of V light showing thru the crack of a door opposite his own, down the far end of the landing. And now he could hear the sob blng more distinctly, and then sud denl> a cry, a stifled cry of fear or pain, urn! a voice—pleading like that of s frightened child. k"l>on't —oh, don't hurt me!" An eternity of silence seemed to; low the piteous cry. It whs a warm, almost sultry, bight, but Ferrler shivered as If with agu«- as he stood there on the dark larding, watching that thin Ftrenk of light uudur liie cluoCd door opyo OU. PY CYNTHIA GREY ' MISS tiHKV will nwlrt rm* era af tbia <trpa«KMßt at The Star •fl/r nn Trmrfur* frusn » t« 4. ami at other thnes Wy ap poin Uncut. I'lrane do aat mow on aiher d»y» Uan TwenUj nn leaa you hare an appointment wlUi Mta <;rej, aa naimM visitors taUrfere with her writ- Inc. Looking for New Type of Girl Iter Miss Urey: I am looking for a sweetheart, too. but like the others, I dqp't know where to find her. I don't want an old fashioned girl, he cause 1 am old-fashioned myself. | I Just want a regular girl, plus one essentlul quality ihe spirit of fight. I have a won derful mother who was a girl of '*t. yet she wis not old fashioned then or now. She was and Is a fighter. She teaches me that "Knlth without works Is dead"; also that love that will not flKht for the loved ' Is a nullity. So I want a fighter, one who will make my fight her fight; one who will teach my children to lie i fighters. 11. U e • a At the Public Dance I tear Mlsa Grey: Kindly .advise me If a party of four, two glrla and two young men. respectable people, ' co to a public dance, should the girls j dance with other fellows at the dance if they ask In a nice wayT The men went with objected be cause we danced with other boys and said We were lowered In other peo ple's eyes. Donne, Cynthia firey. tell us what you think Is right or wrong. ANNA B. ntH not year sense of propriety l«c>iMper a wanting a««sil damHno (u-it* utrangert to ii'koa *o* hat not Viva been istroducedt If not. there is turtle something wrong. Your es corts were right —your action, were \nuile cosnatm. Even tho you had known the men trfco a»ked you to dance. you tho<Jd not hare accepted their invitation*, if your etcortt ob jected. At a pritate party or dance, where all the puesti were inxAted. thin I as! would not hold true; hut people who Mare a regard for the fine point* of good form are erceed tngly particular as to their conduct ia public placet. ByRUBYM.AYRES \ ilia hands were clenched. He could feel the muscles tightening in his arms u he waited for a repetition of 'h*t cry or Its answer. He had once half killed a negro out lq the back woods of America (or knocking a woman down, and she had been a stranger, while this piteous cry was In Joan's voice the voice of the woman he had loved for a few brief days, even If now he had put that love behind him forever. But It was not repeated. Bare for the gentle roll of the sea. everything was quiet. Ferrler went back to |sla room leaving the door ajar, and got into *oiiw clothes He knew that fur ther sleep was Impossible. He sat down on theNide of the bed wait ing for a sound which he knew must come sooner or later—the stealthy sound of a step; then he went softly back to the door nn-1 looked out. Joan's brother was stealing along the passage to his own room, the sirenk of light be neath the door oppoelte was ex tingulshed. Ferrler gritted his teeth: his ftngera tingled to be at the man's throat. Impulse urged him to go out then and there on the moonlit landing and have It out with him. but prudence made him wait. The time was not yet rlt>e. Presently, the cautious closing of a door sounded thru the silence. Ferrler waited a moment, then he went out on the landing again, and listened breathlessly outside the room where the streak of light had shown. If she was hurt—if the brute had dared to lay a finger on her—. Ferrler's heart hammered chokingly In his throat, the blood -ang In his ears, as thru the shut door came the muffled sound of sobbing, heartbroken sobbing. I A wave of anguish swept over his heart. Whatever she had done whatever she was, she was only a woman, and weak. He began to remember that In nil probability she might have been this man's tool all along—that she might be afraid to resist his will. And yet with all the desire of his strong nature, and all the strength of the muscles Na ture had given him ai hlng to defend her. what could he do? He was help less—powerless! Oace let him show his band, and the house would be closed against him forever. He went bark to his room and flung himself, dressed, face down wards on the bed. What was the good of his strength If he might not use It? The swing of the pendulum has tossed him back again remorse le<sly, Love for the woman who calmly plotting his downfall gripia-d him mercilessly. Kach sound of her muffled sobbing hud been like a blow on his aching heart. When daylight broke. Ferrler went down thru the silent house and out on the sen-front. He felt as If he could breathe there, lie strode along, hatless, thru the chill gray dawn, his suntanned face haggard and weary. He walked as a man who tried to outstrip an unwelcome com rade. There wan nobody about. Only down on the brown wind a nhrlmper plodded thru the little waves, push lot but Mil bclvt* iuiu, » maagrcl. CHABTF.n VII DOINGS OF THE DUFFS FRECKLES AND IIIS FRIENDS THE CRAZY QUILT EVERETT TRUE dog yapping thru the water beside him. ' The air was pungent with the smell of seaweed, the grass Isjrderlng the narrow footway glistened with dew Ferrler walked to the end of the cliff path and leaned over a roughly erected fence, looking down at the sand and rocks below. It seemed »n eternity since that wet morning when he landed In Liverpool. He had lived thru much since then had crowded more bitter experience Into that one fortnight than In all his life before. He thought of Micky's friend, the real Ralph Hastings, and wondered what he lad thought of him and the abrupt reception he had received from him In the London hotel. He would write Jo him, even If only for poor old Micky's sake he would write to him. He remembered the letter which Joan had destroyed. His mouth twisted wryly at the thought. Well, he must write another, that was all, and post It himself. If only she had not opened and read it? if only he had not had the dimming evidence of his own eyes! He turned und walked bark. He could not bear to think any more He was torn with conflicting emo Hons. Khe opened his letter and TTTP! SE A TTIi K STAR BY CONDO tied to him about It afterward, and yet her sobbing thru the silent night hud torn and riven his heart. When he got ba< k to the house the smart maid with the Impertinent face was cleaning the step. she stared at him In amsfment. After a second >*he bade him good morning. She sniggered a little anil cant down her eyes. "You are out early, sir." "Yes." said Ferrler. lie looke£ st her distniKtfully. He was almost ashamed that he did so, and yet Hastings was not the man lo play a enme half-heartedly. Ferrler guessed tliat the smiirt maid knew more of her master and mistress than he had yet discovered. (C'ontinnrd Tomorrow^ Ham aud eggs at Boldt'a. —Adver- tisement. Cuti cur a Talcum ' —"FucwiHiiV Frifrwit ''■ Always Healthful I 111 infill J»»> t Standard Monument Co. I'ltone Korlk 121 3.12ft-22 rriuoni Ave., Seattle UKI.I;« Tl\<i A MOM MK.vr Ih not difficult at our estab lishment. fthould we not have on hand nfinished monu r-rtnt or design wlim h you deem appropriate. wp ran r«udily execute such a deeign for >»>u. our skilled tieMinn ere and sculptors are prepared tn undertake the simplest or the mont ornate monuoivnti ij • red Special attention Driven to out-of-town order* and in quiries. Price Write for particulars. The Present Is More Important Pop Knows Mo Page 38S EVELYN'S GREAT GRANDMOTHER •XJh, Peggy r laughed Kvelyn. "I do Just think yon are the funniest Uttle girl. What makes jrou think Just bwiuM I live Id Marouth I know a lot about plo bmt things?" "liocaiise," reggy answered soberly, "because Mnmuth people do a 1 warn tell ma ao many storlee. I>o you know any?" "1 know about my great grand mother's II it la pony," aha an §*» red. "When aha waa a tittle girl like ma. It was'very, very Won* ago, really for. trua early-day times with Indians and trails and Just a few white people and every thing. "Hha lor ad to ride for miles thru the forest finding trulls which branched oft, discovering new places and new ways to go. •"One day. when she wits riding, she had rone a long, long way from home, and she began to think It was time to turn back, when suddenly, far behind her, she heard the sound of horses' boo fa. " tiet op! Get op. pony? she urged. and the little horse did his best, but his speed was as nothing Confessions of a Husband 80. DOT REFUSES TO SHARE HER SECRET WITH EDITH Atl that evening Pot carried with her a suggestion of being about to go off In hysterics If I opened my mout(i. The next morning It was the same. Hhe spoke to Kdlth over the tele phone as I ate my breakfuat. I heard her sny: "I do wish, Kdlth, I could ten yen what Tom said Inst night. It was too delicious for anything. Yes, ah- t soluUtly delicious. I'vo been laugh ing about It ever since. "This afternoon? Yes, I'll be glad No, I don't think I'll tell you what Tom said. It was so very funny I think I'll keep It to myself. No, It's going to be a real secret." I wondered whether she would tell. When she came h.u k to the table I said to her coldly: "I'm glad I have been able to af ford you so much Innocent urausc ment. Itut don't you think Uie Joke, has worn rather thin?" "Please, Tom, dont moke me . laugh again." "You can he mighty sure I won't" ; Not another word was spoken st the mesl. When I had drunk m.v | coffee I kissed Dot on the forehead and ieXt, X Cull J, fcuuujiii <rc Than He'll Tell compared with the speed of those nine beautiful horse* " "Oh? she thought, Indians don't go out Ilka that unlem they're after something, and I'm so far from home, mother and fattier will never even know what became of me. " *May%e they'll take me captive, and I all all have to dreaa like an Indian and be like an Indian all my life. I believe I would rather be killed.' "On aDd ra Iter thoughts flew, and on and on the little horse ran as fast aa he could. "But nearer and nearer came the big benutlful horses with their Indian riders—nearer and nearer, length by length, every time she looked back she saw that they were gaining, gaining. "Kvery Indian was whooping and yelling and lashing his horse, and when they wore quite near, the foremost of them shot an ar row which fell In the path a few feet ahend of her. "Now they were abreast of her panting pony. And now—without so much ajr pausing, they cried out; " "Good day, little lnrty, yon seem to be In a burry,' and rode on." (Copyright. mi, kr N. U. A.) of one kind and another without my own wife trying to make a monkey of me. I had hardly (rotten to A* office when I »u called to the telephone. It Kdlth. * "What on earth did yon Boy to Dot?" she demanded. "Nothing at all—lt's Just some nonsense." ' Please te!l me," she begged. "You two women between yoll will muke squirrel food out of me yet," I complained, "I don't know what I swiil, and I don't know why she found It »o funny, and, anyway, If a free-horn American can't he a humorist In his own home, what is this nation corning: to?" 1 spoke in an offhand way, but I ; was thoroly exa-sperated. "You're certainly touchy this morning," was Kdith's romm-nt. "What light have you tn apeak to me ho rudely? One would think I were your wife." "You couldn't be murb more trou ble if you were," I assured her cheerfully. N "Very well; If yon won't tell me. | I'm sure Dot will. I thought I'd give iou a cliunce to tcJi uiu, Im • ADVENTURE'S 0»a TMBr TV' ly dW> Bob«rtf Baricr> "I toish Mr. Muskrat would shake himself and wipe hit feet on the door mat." Mrm. Muskrat vent on a* «!nfflng and a' singing to her little baby muskrat. She sang three nrwi about Mr. Sprinkle-Blow, the Weath erman, and how kind he was 'n' everything. How he locked up Jack | Frost, iyid Mr. Storm and Old Man Flood, and Pir7.lv Dry Weather, and Thimderand I.ichtning. and all the other Nuisance Fairies, and did everything he could to make It pleas ant for everybody. She didn't sins ahnut Nancy and Nick l>evause she didn't know that they had pone to help the Weather Fairy. But ahe was going to know It soon. Krery verse she sang got a little bit louder than the one before, be -<•au.se the nice comfortable hou.se that Mr. Muskrat hail made for her and the babies beside nipple creek, there was a roaring which almost drowned the tonos of her voice. It sounded like Mr. Storm, somewhat, but Mrs. Muskiut knew that It couldn't be Mr. Storm when lier husband had just been la and said the sun cause to rot it from her I may hare to rive some Information in ex change." There was a meaningful pause. "You refuse? Very well. Good bye." She rang off, And I wondered whether she would fulfill her threat. She could certainly cause a lot of trouble if she told Dot that the ac cident to the engine had been a fuke. Dot would want to know why I hadn't informid her of It. But how could Kdlth do this without hurting hcreelf more than she hurt me? I was still anfrry at Dot because of the way she hud made fun of me. 1 felt that If there were to Ik? any recriminations they would not be all ou one side. (To Continued) NEW DOUNGTON HOTEL FIRST AVD SPKINQ Mnln 270S Sl.oo— HOOMA SI.OO Attractive Sumnrr llatra * !'• IVmatcat Uvmta 2if> OuUld# Room*. N«w Throughout. A STRANGE SOUND [oat bright and warm. She went o* singing, and this was the last vera* of her sons: "Oh, hash, darlln', bye, baby dear. We are happy and safe, never feas Spring Is coming now soon, By and by 'twill be June, When the crickets and po&yvrogS aing to the moon. Jack Frost and his fairies who toft so to tfia.se. Hare gone to the stars o'er the tops of the trees. Ne'er a storm nor a flood, nor a bS of bad weather. Can hurt us, so coxUy huddled to gellier." ! Suddenly she held op one of her feet. "(Joodness gracious!" she e» claimed In disinuy. "1 wish that Mr. Muskrat would shake himself and wipe hia feet on the doArmat before he comes into the hou.se. He's got this place dripping wet." The roaring outside grew loudeCa (To Re Continued) (Copyright, 1911, by N. E. A.) BabJtSod is all imbortant. For 63 years better babies have been raised on-> *J3cmU4ti EAGLE BRAND Condensed Milk # BV Thru Kan .lunit lulanda HB Wn (• Knv« Mound H ■ M«»nmer IndlunHpulla HB H Lmvw Colinau (lock BW H «( #i3O A. M. Bfl ■ H*titrnn lOtOO P. IK. ■ «'M»AV, JIKK IS ■ ■ l'«r Inforwnllon Call ■ ■I ansa. ■ B Pr«KT SOI KO ■ B %A\iii ATIUiH CO. B PACK » BY ALLMAN BY BWSSER BY AHERN