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CymdMii Tthoiild Parents Be Lawfully Compensated by Their L Offspring to Repay for Their Early Care and T Training Two Readers Answer "No." What i Do You Think About It? BY CYNTHIA GREY Should ire place a financial valve upon paternal lore and taret This question teas put to Star reader* nearly a week OflO, hut wax sort of edged out for the time being by the i''ideal girl" discussion. However, you can't keep n good sub ject down, and two interesting letters on the chiUl rearing \problem appeared in today's mail. They follow: Dear Miss Grey: Should parents not only expect, but law fully demand reimbursement from their grown-up children ■pr early care and training? • M The subject is ages old, but no one ever before, it would ■em, thought of discussing it publicly. ISHow often do we hear the expression, "After al' I have for you," as if the child had been favored by being aN Blfrd to be here. Who is responsible for the child's being'.' Bid he ask for admittance to this old world of trials and |F T|"f owe the child a debt that a* par. mid If we cannot at least him with the necessities of ■pfe, educate and equip him lo fight | r*>ls own battle* without taunting I |him of his dependence. then 1 say ' Iw« enrinot »>e compared with the ■brute, for they feed, care for and Ttf necessary die In defend of their \ stoung T. :1' the child Is properly reared. ta - 'ht respect and filial love, there M w..i be no need of the question of |K pay—old father and mother will get ■ all needed love and tenderness when [1 the time comes for It. I am the mother of three, sges 7. Hit tend It. I have been both father mother to them and earned Uielr ■ living for five years. 1 am not a slave to them, they and respect roe, and therefore me without question. Each is proud and anxious to carry ■his share of the load. HfT. Now, you can easily see that I Jpi no* worrying about future pay. W T'eel. when I look at my two hand KdEaH sons and little daughter, that flEd filled my measure to overflow. Hjp([ and wonder If I can ever repay Halm for trusting me with His treos Hns. Sincerely, W KTHKI.YN U H j t a • B Dear Miss Grey: Msy I advance ■iik views In regard to the question: rjßtiould we place a financial value ■■upon paternal love and care? ■ I would say. first, that mother Is Haaiflsh. and Ilka mother, so th* son. J What true mother would ask mere ■ .aid for the privilege of holding s F §ny atom of humanity, loving, guid- and watching the little mind ex- and body grow, each year it nearer the promise of manhood or womanhood? a true mother asks no com but those undeniably —the Wry Joy of clamping her to her heart with th* new rash of mother love compen- for th* pangs of birth, la the jUPKw-found happiness she seldom ; VJB-ens on her own crowd- Mj into the past by th* B«at miracle. tM "Often. having been present when ■t mother has g*n* down Into the shadows. 1 often marvel at the question so forgetful of self— baby—ls It all right, doctor?" V. ad then th* next thoughC for th* if father husband—-often but a look fifoquent In its meaning, pride, Joy. IMgn, for yon. my all—that unspoken given and return*! has caused Hi doctor or nurse to turn aside many as from something sacred. jOf course, there ar* others, some women not fit or 'Crorthy, having fought against ■motherhood. resentful of tke new ■Br*, they are th* selfish women, but *Twhy dwell on them —they cheat Vthemselves of all in life most dear. ■T And »o thruout the years each sacrifice has Its own reward. If to strengthen our character or VKmaden our vision; the more we glv* [HjLi forget self the greater th* gain. 1 that mother you wrote of. 'THE UPHILL ROAD" (OsyjrVkt. H*44«r * gtasfHtse) (ContintKd From Pip 0 enthusiastically. "Fine old aport a Jolly pretty sister, too, ehT" i He nudged Farrier again Limlllarly. 1 • -I suppose aba is pr#ty." said Terrier slowly. ii| "Ton suppose! Sly dogl Vhy ■ "wa'ra all In lova with her, Mr. Hib g Wt, I tell you. Bhe didn't at all j f appreciate both of ua running away Bmia morning, that* why we re run Vning back tomorrow, ha-ha!" He ■•laughed with a detestable Inflection. W The theatre was small, and shabby flaad unpretentious. Hastings entered first; he had the air of a man who f ia very much at home In his sur rounding*: the doorkeeper touched his hat when be saw him. They driven round to the stage-door, and a few loafers standing about glared at them curiously. Bastings led the way In. They found themselves In a narrow, cheer leaa-looking passage, lit by a single *as-flare. The place luoked dusty Intend depressing, but Hastings seemed to notice It —he strode on as If been there a great many before, as Indeed he had. ,™ A smiling woman in a white apron ■ bade him good evening. Ha atopped. 1 "Miss Inglis here yet" f ./ Tea, sir; Just come, sir. She said V J was to ask you to go to her If you sir?" She smiled again. .Hastings turned to the and atopped at a door which ajar. A pink shaded light ahone Wflini the crack: a girlish voice was ( glnglng a snatch of song within looked back over his shoul- with a curious blend of exclte- and pride In his face — mr-Y<„ chaps wait here. I'll asl( If can come In." Ferrler looked amused; Major HLhrugged his shonldera. Hastings ■(tapped at tbe open door, and In an- ITUwer to a gay "Come In." entered, j ft t ferrler and Major looked at each W friend seems at home here," * - A the latter. JBUr*Yes, evidently" W Fi rrier felt bored; he wlsited he F had not come. Something In the gay ii ring of that girlish voice behind the; 1 else"! door reminded him of tlie way! I Joan had sometimes culled "to him.| I f"" * wututoX Has! zings auue onL The Mar *«te» oa fr«™ I 1* 4. and si o(b<r liases hy sp ill lal—ll I'teaoe 4* Mt ' C* iUht *tr> Uwi Taeaday »n Was yoa law aa ■M Mia <;«w. as ■asrgpevM* rWtm iat* rfrrv wHk her writ lax. Miss Orry, who was suing her grown so nfor the money she spent on him l>efone he could care for himself, ! should blame myself for not having taught thst boy the true lessons of life. I would work at anything, in the poor house. If need be. rather, than proclaim to the world my love of money and failure to have grasped from life's leasons the truer, deeper meaning. Had she been a real mother, giv ing her boy love, counsel, guidance, he In turn would give her a eon's devotion, love snd honor, slso see to It thst she would never want for the material things In life. If SC.OOO will compensate her In full, she needs pity rather than cen sure, for she has but the ashes and has never lived in the full sense of the word, nor has she yet learned that money cannot buy happiness. More than that, some thing* are priceless, alnong them, mother love. My words seem Inadequate to ex press my real feelings, but perhaps they will lead others to reply who will express themselves more clearly. R. M. B. 1921 Girl in Mask iPear Mis* Grey: I have been a constant reader of your columns for the past year and I find them more than Interesting. I hav* taken a special Interest In U>* few line* written by "Jack" and Twenty- Hlx." and I would Ilk* very much to express my opinion. They ar* look ing for a *»» drl In '*l attire, and don't aecm to succeed. Is It becaua* they can't *** or Just can't spans the tlma to laarn th* real true heart and personality of our girls who are sweet but must wear tills horrid mask of today's morals? There are thousands of girls like our mothers, altho they are In dis guise, Indeed, as one reader re marked. Why? Simply because It is th* only way'they may glean one moment's pleasure out of life. CJirls who ar* modest, who love to car* for a home, who adore little children more than t>ey do th* Pommeranean pup, ar* passe with our boys-they ar* classed as prudes, stay-at-homes or a mamma girl. This problem is the most serious one of today, be cause It is leading the mc* to no where. Why, In a few more years. If the men and boys keep up this same old nag. th* girls will lose ab solutely all modesty and prldl. and mostly the great love that's In every woman's heart. By RUBY M.AYRES "Too may coma In —she's dress Ing; but I told bar you wera very particular friend* of mine." The two men followed him Into the room. It wu small, and untidy, and smelt strongly of scent A girl ant at a Uttered dressing table, rouging b«r f.ice with a hare's-foot. ln, boys—come in," she said cheerily. Hhe swung 'round her chair, one cheek tinted, and waved the hare's-foot to them gaily. "My!" she said, and a tared up at Ferrler. "Tbey never told me there was s giant outside " She stretched up a friendly hand to bun. "How are you?" , Ferrler smiled down at her; she was rather a common looking little girl, with saucy eyes and much curled hair, but there was a certain frank, goodJiumored air about her that was disarming. One felt In stinctively that a warm and genuine little heart beat somewhere beneath the »mart, rather low-cut gown. "I'm very well, thank you." he answered rather formally. "I hope you are." Hhe laughed. "How serious! Tea, thanks, I'm always well. Where's your other friend, boy?" The last words were addreased to Hastings. Major came forward, smiling. He was the only one of the three men in evenln* dress, and he was pleas urably awar«of the fact, and bowed exaggeratedly; he tn.de a smart, handsome figure beside Kerrler's al most clumsy proportions and Has tings' square shoulders. "Delighted to meet you," ha mur mured; then he looked up. The little dancer hnd risen to her feet—the hare foot had fallen to the ground. She looked ghastly; the one rouge spot stood out in horrible con trast to her white far*; she had grasped at the chalr-back as If with out It she would have fallen. I'errier made a.n Involuntary more toward her, but the waved him back and forced a laugh. "I'm all right—only the room's so hot—and you're all such a. crowd." She pushed h!m on one side, snd went orer to the amalj window which opened on a narrow court yard. lUuUoga followed her In con aoM' DOINGS OF THE DUFFS FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS THE CRAZY QUILT EVERETT TRUE "Are you lit? Can I do anyUUng for you?" She shooK her head. "No, silly! Dont look so scared- It's the heat. I—l'm quite all right." She pushed the hair back from her forehead: she laughed ngaJn. "I must turn you all out now, anywsy —l've hpd my first call. Come round afterwards If you like" She looked stralgnt at Major an she spoke. and the word* seemed a direct Invitation to him alone. Fer rler looked at him sharply; he wan smiling. The three men took their depar ture. Hasting* lingering for a last word, and then they were shown to gent* In stalls that were not at all well filled. The entertainment whs slow—the artists seemed disheartened by the empty house: Ferrler found himself nodding once or twice till he was roughly roused 'from a half-dose by a blare of trumpets, and opened his' eyes jurtt In time to see Kitty Inglls. a~s she wus described on tlia pro gram. dance onto the stag®. Hastings leaned forward, clapping his hands loudly. He bud no eyes or ears for anything but the little fllmlly clad figure on the stage "Can't she danca?" he whispered ex cltftdly to Ferrler. "Finer* said Ferrler. He didn't care for It particularly, but he ap plauded with all his Mrength for Hastings' sake, Major looked on with a supercilious smile. "Quite good," be said condescend ingly. Itefore the dance was over. Has tings had left his sent and gone round again to the dressing room. Ferrler looked after him laughing ly— "Quite eprls."* Mid Major, stifling a yawn. He sat up. "I've hart enough of this gliuw," be said. "Xjct's fot ouL* j THE SEATTLE STAR BY CONDO "I must wait for—Hlbbert." Fer rler nearly forgot the name with which he had dubbed Hastings. "But don't let me keep you. If you wish to go." "Well —If yon dent mind —I think 111 get off. How about tomorrow? What time are you leaving town?" "X don't know —I'J I ring you up/' • "Tea, do—any time will suit me I shan't be sorry to get back to Eastsea; It's too hot In London." The two men parted outside the theatre. Ferrler walked slowly back to the stage door; It was a hot night, the sky was a myrnld of stars, and Ferrler wondered what Jonn was do ing doiHi at Eastsea. as he waJked slowly up and down the narrow path, waiting for Hastings. The time passed slowly. Olanclng • t his watch. Ferrler found that It was nearly 11, He went Into the theatre again, and asked the door keeper to see if Mr. Hastings was ready. The man stared at him. "Mr. Hastings left more than an hour ago, sir, with Miss Inglis." "Oh!" Ferrler" felt annoyed—then he laughed; he turned and walked bock to the Adelphl. The door of the little flat was open, he walked In unannounced. Hastings sat alone In the sitting room. He sprang up when he saw Ferrler—his face was white —ho looked as if he had a bad shock. He passed Ferrer, and shut the door. »)ien— "You havent brought your friend back, then?" he said; there Ml a sneer In his voice. "No, why?" Ferrler asked the question sharply. His big figure looked almost threatening ad he stood there, but Hastings faced him unflinchingly. "You may be Micky's friend." he said detrrmlnedly, " o nd you mav be sll that he makes you out to be— but U'» iiot pilling Uie game la f' They Failed to Malcc a Hit With Danny What Could Grandpa Do in This Case? ADVeHTURE-S OP- TMfr TWINS Jy Owt FuLiußirkn TEE ROBOTS LETTER Jack Frost comes along and freezes up the ground again It Aid seem u tho nobody wanted Jack Frost around, for no sooner had Nick road the letters that Scramble rtqulrrel and Ben Bunny had written to Mr. Sprinkle-Blow, the Weatherman, than Nancy held up another ahe had found In the fairy man's mall bo*. And when Sprinkle Illow asked her please to open and read It. wasn't it from Robin Redbreast, and this la what he mid: "I>ear Mr. Bprlnkle-Blow; "When I cnme up from the South to fl* up my summet home in the old apple tree, I was as sure as anything that Jack Front had tone for good. Mind you I left the warmest, sunniest, grandest place you ever saw to come here and sea my old friends. Besides, Mrs. Robin wanted to see the world. But every time Mr. Sun worms up the ground and the fat. Juicy earthworms corae up to the fop where we can grab 'em, doesn't Jack Frost come sneaking along and freeze up the ground hard pass off a blackguard and a cheat yke that fellow Major on a man as If he were a decent sort, and If you dont mind, I'll trouble you for an explanation." CHAPTER XII For a moment sheer astonishment kept Richard Ferrler silent; a wave of color ran up Into bis tanned face; then he laughed. "So you've guessed." "tressed!" Hastings' boyish fsoe was ugly with distrust and sus plon. "It didn't take much guessing, but I shall be glad to hear wliat you have to say. I've treated you as a friend, and I call It a low-down trick to play on me In return." He stopped. Ferrler took a stride forward; his eyes flashed, tho his voloe was enough as he spoke. "You'd best wait before you say anything you'll be sorry for." he said. "I'll allow no man to speak to me like that. Kit down." The eyes of the two men met. Hastings shrugged his shoulders and left his place by the door. He flung himself down In one of the armchairs, cocked his feet up on an other, and Bt a c.lgaret. "Well." he said briefly. "I think you'd better tell me what you suspect." said the elder man "It'll clear the air a bit; and theu I'll tell you the truth." Hastings flung hlg dgaret down, and sprang to his feet as If he found the gltuatlon Intolerable. ICogUiiued Tomorrow] make a decent living At all. My yellow bill Is nearly worn out. 80 If you please. Mr. Weather' man. will you lock up Jack for good 'o' all and give the wornw a chanoe? Also give us a ch&nc* at the norma. "Another thing! We can't bring up a family with Jack watehlng his chance to give the babies pneumonia. Bo If you can manage It, Mr. Sprinkle-Blow, and even If you can't, will you please get him out of thla neigh borhood? "Yours very hungrily, -ROBIN R. REDBREAST." "Iymon lollipops!" groaned Sprin kle Blow, looking more worried than ever. "There It la again! Jack Frost Is down there now on the earth and dear knows what he's doing. Are there any more letters?" "My goodness, yes!" answered Nancy, reaching away down in the mail bos. "Stacks of them!" (To He Continued) (Copyright-, 1911, by Newspaper Enterprise.) Confessions of a Husband Dot hardly apoke to tna at break fast For the most part she stared right thru me aa tho I were no more real than Banta Claus. When ®he did address me It was because she simply couldn't help herself. I wondered whether ahe reajly had any tinge of jealousy because 1 had been seeing so much of Edith lately. I didn't think she actually suspected anything, but it waa unfortunate that our visit to Bristol's chophouae had given Dot the Idea that we ate in one of the coay tittle alcoves there. Apparently she had forgotten *ll about that suspicion, but I wa> afraid the idea was merely sleeping In her mind and would awake at the slightest excuse. Still, I bud to see Edith about that letter. "When have we an engagement with Bdlth and George?" I asked my wife. "We haven't any." "Can't you make on* for tonight or tomorrow night?" "What for? You're getting mighty interested In them." It waa the first <hlng she bad said to me that she had not been absolutely compelled to say. i "i'uu know* Editb (old B>» U«t ratocrfibok Threw the pig Into the waterr chorused the three listeners, and grandmother added. "I didn't know hogs could swim at an." "Oh. yea," the pioneer went on (with his story, "bogs are pretty fair swimmers, but the thing that worried mother and father was that the poor thing had been wandering around somewhere on the Island for the two weeks since the man dumped her overboard off the sloop and he didn't know how she hsd fared on a strange Island. " 'Wen? be said, the best I can do Is to go to the point where he says he threw her in, find If there are any tracks and follow them up.' "He did that, walked the six miles, and sure enough, there were the pig tracks, so he follow ed them along the beach, then the trail tume<\ off Into an Indian trail and waa harder to follow, but by close watching he kept on the right way and after a while he thought he hfard a soft grant. "He stopped and listened. Sure enough there It was, but he didn't see any sow rooting around. Not far from him a great fallen log lay and he went over to see If maybe she was on the other side of It. (Copyright. IMI. by N. E. A.) 39. DOES NOT SUSPECT ANYTHING? father wants me to write him a let ter about tbat Job," I explained. "It will be a good thing for her to look It over before I send it," "Humph!" "Vou know, this Idea of my work ing for her father didn't originate with me. Tou and lidlih were the ones who were so enthusiastic about it" "If you hadnt let the firm cut your pay there wouldn't have been any need of your looking for an other Job." "It's like a woman to come back to that!" I told her. "Is it my fault that business is bad? To listen to you and your mother one would think that I had asked the firm to reduce my salary in order to spite you." "What's my mother got to do with this? Why are you always picking on her? I shpuld think you'd been mean enough to her without Ing her Into tbe conversation In that way when we're merely trying to de cide what night we're going to see the Rlocums. I'm glad my parent* aren't up yet. I don't guess they are ho aiizious to see you." "Well, if all we're trying to do Is to decide jr.bea to ae« JSdllb tad Ry CltlaihL Page 394 "PIGGY WON'T GO OVER THE STILE" "And when he cot to the other side, yon can't guess what be found. No, you'U never guess; that old sow had a whole family of brand new baby pigs and waa happy as could be there behind the loe "Father Mid that nerer, never la all his life did he work as hard as he did getting that family of pigs home ovor the six miles. Bat It paid. "He had planted a lot of bailer and the pigs grew and fattened on it; yes, ttra all lived, and were - very llttljftroulJe and then father was able to help out other pio neers who #ere In need of lard and bacon and ham, for when the pigs grew up he sold them as mea needed them. "They had a great way of dress ing their meat In those days. "Put a barrel on the beach, filled It with hot water, made a big fire of beachwood, heated smooth stones In the fire and then—there was your boiling salt water, in a Jiffy the meat aa clean and ready to put on board a boat of some sort and taken home. "Great heads they had In (hose days; used them. too. I never get over admiring their clever ness." George, ft atrOmi rae y*u are brings ing a lot of other things IB to the conversation," I returned. I stopped right there, for I had sense enough to understand that anything I said would be used against me. I felt like a criminal on trtal. and I told myself that rajr home was getting more and mora like a modern jail—everything deaa and orderly, but mighty strict dis cipline. The telephone ben rang. Dot an swered It "Hello—oh. is that yon. Edith? How are you, dear?" I thought her voice was almogl too sugary. OPPORTUNITY, BY ALLMAN BY BLOSSER BY AHERN (To Be Con Tinned) TICK-TOCK CLOCK SHOP We Specialise in the Repair of All Makes of Clocks. We Call For and Deliver, 433 Walker BM|. Second and (Tftlveraltjr* Mala 3373. 1 TAB )ir. AM I A J) 1 ( ,