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PAGE FOURTEEN The OKEGUN STA1SN, haiem, Oregon, Sunday Morning, May 19, I CHAPTER XLI ""lOODBYE," she said on the 1 -r doorstep. "I've had a won v derful time. I didn't know anybody could have such a won derful night, after. such a terrible day!" The faint light from the fan shaped transom over the door fell onher upturned face. It shone with an almost unearthly beauty. "You don't know what it has meant to me.'t he hoard himself saying, and stopped, horrified at the sound of his own voice. The spell that had'hclped them, marionettes in a mad whirl of gaiety all evening, suddeny snap ped. Realities came rushing back. She made a quick, fright ened movement toward the door. He held out his liaud to say goodbye, and instead, he whis pered, "Kiss me. Daphne, Just Just once " She backed against the door, Teally frightened now, not know ing what to say. "I -an t I can't . " she mumbled, feliig frantical ly for her keys. Just as she kn3w he would, he brushed her re.Mstan e aside and took her forcibly, a ad none too pently in his ai ms. It was no use to struggle, he held htr ps she.had never been held befir "Oh, pelase don't!" :he begged, "Ralph " "Damn Ralph !" And he forced her head back, and kissed her, one long, drawn-oat kiss. . She no ble. and inexplicably tragic. He plunged down the stairs ith her voice still pounding In fis ears. "Oh Allan, Allan why id you?" The taxi had long since gone. Street cars whlied past him. but he did not think of boarding one. To keep moving, that was what he wanted, not to think too much. . He thought he was going home, but Instead, he found himself headed toward the office. As he turned np California street he aaw the clock on old St. Mary's and read the carved Inscription, 'Son, observe the time, and flee from evil." He laughed out loud. He had never been in an office building so late at night. How dead and cold It was, with even the charwoman gonv, and the paved halls still wet from their mops. It was good to get into the office, to flood the place with light, and feel the good, thick carpet under his fee. He moved about restlessly. Why had he come? Tomorrow with its trouble would ; be here soon enough, lie went to his desk, un un locked a drawer. Locked it a rain, quickly. Tomorrow . . wait t;il tomorrow. . . He shut his eyes, trying to shut oat the memories of the day. He thought of old Mr. Orfely, slump ed i M- f ! v. IK- ) ;p:lit be in- FUSSING AND PETTING IS HARMFUL TO INFANT Better Resist the Desire to Coddle the Lovable Mite and Kisses! Give them All to Your Wife, Medical Authority Advises Proud Father. By ROYAL S. COPE LAND, M. D. United States Senator from New lork. Former Commissioner of Health. Ac York City IT is just as natural to want to fondle a baby as it is to peek at one when you pass a baby carriage. The soft little things, sweet andi lovable, make an appeal to the most hard boiled of human beings. i But babies should not be fondled. It is bad for them. More oa.copfXAe lay. Careful as you may be, your handling is too rough for the child. You must be patient. You must wait. The less yon fiddle and fuss with the infant the more it will grow twt. TT71. m . . I I- 1- -1 Ti . . , . ' in strength. What a new-born baby alone. lou needn't thlnu IB, baby will be lonesome. You needn't think vou sure neglecting 1U On thf contrary, when you prac tice selffcontrol and leave the baby ; to its own devices, the better you are i&s a parent. By so doing you will I be entitled to all the orizes as Lmodel parent. ' Cruel? Of course i am. But 1 am ; truthful and for once, certainly, trlctly eclentiric. Kissing a baby In the mouth. Is .really a crime. It should be pro jhtbited by law If anything should be. I Kiss It on the back of the neck. U you wish, but never on the moutlk In our noses and on our lips are many germs. They mean little to vs hardened grown-ups. We have powers of resistance, the products of long years of contact with these evil agents. We are not easily victimized bv such things. But baby U different; To ma adult a cold Is usuaily an .ailment of Bttle consequence. Per (naps we do not pay aa much atten tlon to our colds as we should, but. .anyhow we survive them. But there is not the same certainty that a baby .;will survive a hard cold. It Is really remarkable how a hahv wears down If It gets a nasal Infec tion. There Is danger of an ear eompUcatlon. There Is a possibility of pneumonia. Even If It Is no more than a nasal disturbance and never jgoes farther. It undermines the Vitality of the tender tnfant It is true of the father, particu larly, that he may bring from the outside world germs that are un friendly to Uttle, babies. He should pot touch the chiM until he has tooroughly washed hands and tace 't.hP and water. It win be n he changes his clothes. fci. . J?1" b. may tok to child la t,LT.S and admire It tram a dls b?. i v'nU Inches. to Sto ncJ " tin the baby aWa!tlOTS- T " " XAnswTrg CTHciTtF Oneriea u a. TV a capaciated for days. Weeks per haps . . poor devil . . poor Ralph. The overwhelming anger that had consumedhi m all day had burned itself out. The thought once of going to Ralph, of talking to him now. He half rose from the chair. But that was absurd. Tomorrow would be time enough. He thought of Daphne once more of Daphne who would never for give him. because she would nev er understand. . . He covered his face with his hands. "I've made a ciess o feverything," he groaned. "Everything! What'Jl she think? Oh, my God ' It seemed to him suddenly that he was going crazy; that if he didn't tell hcr, he could not live. He snatched a piece of paper and began to write furiously at first, almost Illegibly. The throb bing at his temples ceased, his whole tortured being relaxed. He wag telling it all to nei . . . every thing . . she would never get the letter, but what of that? It was daylight when he had finished. He looked at the little pile of scribbled sheets. He ought to destroy them at once. He picked them up. made a move as if to tear them, but he couldn't do it . . . not quite yet. Besides, they would be safe enough there In the tin box. in the drawer with the other things. "Later he would destroy them. 'He put the letter into a blank envelope and sealed it. "Confession is good for the soul," he said grimly. He didn't expect her to forgiva him. No body could do that. "I'm the per fect failure! The poor fish who wants to do the decent thing, and knows what it is and then is too weak to do it. Well there's nothing like facing the facts." He placed the sealed envelope with the ether things in the box, locked it carefully, and left. Daphne, who had not slept, reached the office earlier than usual, but early as she was, Mr. Sanderson, and Mr. McMurtrie were there before her, holding a conference in Mr. Greeiy's private office. They closed the communi cating door when she came in. "Have you heard from Mr.Gree ly? Ishe better this rooming?" she asked Mrs. Hobbs, the tele phone operator. Mrs. Hobbs, who was usually a bubbling spring of information, overflowing and running over, re adjusted her headpiece and con sidered. "I believe they did have him on the wire, honey, and he was al lright. You were still here when he was taken sick, weren't you?" "Yes, and Mr. Winders from Mc Kevitt's office was here, too. We took him home." "You did, honey? Well, How did he look, real bad?-' 1- was obviously Mr. Hobo-' : orp.imc for than this, it is positively dangerous. Some persons are so fascinated by new-born chicks that they do not trust themselves to take the fluffy little things in their hands. There is a positive temptation to squeeze the attractive birdlets to death. If you resist the temptation to fondle a baby chick, why should you be possessed to fondle a human baby? Yet you can hardly resist the impulse to do so. You can't blame young parents for being crazy over the first baby. The Jong dayi of anxiety are over and they are more than re warded by the precious gift. It is natural to bounce and jiggle and toss and kiss the sweet smelling infant. Bat, dear parent, you mustn't The tender muscles, the frail back-bone, the soft little head, the delicate organs, are not strone enoorh for needs is sleep. It must be left A. She should weigb about 113 I pounds. a V. O. Q. Can the nerves of the body, especially in the wrist, stop a wrist watch? A. No. Blackhead Joe. Q. Do you ad vise treatment for blackheads and pimples. A. Yes. For full particulars send a self-addressed, stamped envelope and repeat your question. M. W. Q. What would you pre scribe for falling hair? 1. How can blonde hair be kept Oght tn color T . What do you advise for pip pies? A. -I would suggest a good stimu lating ointment after shampooing the hair. 1. You might add a Uttle lemon Juice to your rinsing water. In the Summer time you can let the sun's rays keep the hair light. - The diet must be corrected by cutting down on sugar, starches and coffee. 8. Eng. Q. What hands to perspire? causes tny A. This is due to nervousness. You should have treatment for the ner vous condition. D. It. A. Q. What should a woman of BO. f feet inches tall, weigh? A, She pounds. should weigh about 1SI George L. Q. What should a boy boy weigh who is 1 years eld and f feet I inches tall? A-For his act and height should weigh about 111 pounds. ! I 8. Z. Q. What Is tae correct weight tor a girt aged 2ft, I feet If laches tan? aw About lis pounds. kr HAZEL LIVINGSTON receiving, not giving Information. Miss Yardley was even less com municative. "I don't know a thing about it I'm sure," she said ."ex cept that he is pretty well this morning. And if I were you I wouldn't bother Mh. McMurtrie or Mr. Sanderson. I am sure they have their hands full with other things." Towards noon Ralph McKevitt, hat puled over his eyes, overcoat collar upturned, strode through the outer office, and was closeted for hours with McMurtrie and Sanderson. There was restless ness in the office, a shifting of feet, a curious air of expectancy. Everybody seemed to know what was happening. Everybody but Daphne. "Ralph!" she called timidly when be came out of the private office at last. She even held out her hand, as If to stop him, but if he saw or heard her he gave no sign. He walked right by, his handsome face flushed and drawn, eyes straight ahead. She did not have the courage t follow, or call him again. She felt guilty . . the memory of that excited, half-mad dancing . . of Allen Winters' kiss . . . "I must have been crazy!" she thought, for tho hundredth time. The long afternoon wore on. She tried to concentrate on her work, struggled to keep her mind on the contract she was copying. Painstakingly, clumsily, her fing ers found the meaningless words, but she wasn't really there al the desk at all. She was back In Mr. Greeiy's office, supporting his heavy head against her shoulder . . . waiting . . . waiting for the doctor to come. She was in the high, bleak hall in his house watching them lead him upstairs, seeing those three pairs of feet disappear abound the bend of the stairway, the taxi driver's yello-rish ones, the meek back ones that belonged to the POLLY AND HER PALS ISArJ'.y'wJOJLDMT SlMCE B4WS OTHE HAD HtC HAIR 1 SHOPS A 4kJ SKIRTS k WHIRL TILLIE, THE TOILER PUT voue HAT f "SUieE,TlU.lE CZr If WHO'S VOUR. I n ( AVU, I 1 C5JEE, UT 1 HE'S MOT AMCi COAT OKI. 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CHtUH06D tAVS ' & Home-Making Helps By ELEANOR ROSS Consider Comfort ud Beauty When Choosing a Chair OLLT'S wealthy uncle-in-law came to town object, se lection of a wedding present for her. As a matter of fact, he had decided on It, as he told ber when he telephoned from the sta tion and asked her td lunch with him. But would she just go along with him to the shop and tell him candidly whether It suited her? Polly burbled estatically. The dear old thing! Wouldn't she Just love to go. Confronted with the article of his choice, however, Polly's heart sank. "Sit down In it, Polly," the old gentleman urged, "and see how comfortable it is." True enough. It was a huge brocade covered armchair, wide, deep, soft enough to send yon into a deli cious drowse when you fell In it. It was beautiful, comfortable, ex pensive and prodigious. If that chair got into the living room of butler, old Mr. Greeiy's congress boots in the center, so heavy, stumbling on every step, weighed down with his age ind weakness. . . . And then she was bark in the roadhouse, laughing and eat ing and dancing. . . Dancing . . . while Mr. Greely lay perhaps at death's door. . . And they were on the narrow porch at Mrs. Hinck le's where so many times Ralph, whom she loved and would al ways love, no matter if he never spoke to her again, had lightly, gently, kissed her goodnight. "When he knew we love each other, and he's supposed to be Ralph's friend, how could be?" she asked herself, 'over and over again. Around and around her thoughts went in meaningless cir cles, stopping and starting, begin ning again, around and around like a merry-go-round. It was the office boy who told her, Just as she was going home. He was a serious young man, with large, stlckout ears and an eager, Town), 6ivinjG MILLIKJER r t r t ii II ' ... r mm m f UE- HISJE ARE. . Y LOO AT f ffrflWWFl 1 I f WHAT A i rv, , u.vm a ZJZZl' AstZ'S F OI MYMJAZ' JIT Iff sfa-l tA FUL WOMANCe.-. j their little three-room apartment, it would dominate the place. In fact, there wouldn't be space for much else. Polly did some quick thinking. There's a corner "In our living room that cries out for a nice, comfortable chair," she mur mured. "I wonder if this would fit. Can we -take the measure ments and come back tomorrow?" But one look at Polly's little apartment made the old gentle man exclaim in pleasure at its charm, and in a decisive veto against the capacious armchair. Too bad, of course, but. though beautiful, it wasn't suitable. Now that it's the custom to fur nish a room with individual chairs, one must constantly fight the temptation to buy a chair just because it is so beautiful. Beauty and comfort are dominant consid erations, certainly. But almost as essential is consideration of the nervous way of speaking. "Oh Miss Haines, I have a note a lday left for you. I hope it wasn't important. I was so busy today in all the excitement I for got to give it to you." "What was the excitement?" she asked. "Why didn't you hear?" He leaned toward her, and said in his loud, clear voice, with the little nervous rushes. "Ralph Iverson McKevitt almost went under to day, that's all. The market drop ped and when he went to cover his margin he found that collateral he thought he had had been sold and twenty thousand drawn out of the bank without his knowledge. He'd have been sunk all right if it hadn't been for Mr. Greely com ing through. McMurtie and San derson wouldn't. Lucky for him that the old man didn't die, I say." "He he's safe? He's all right?" (TO BE CONTINUED) Shore look ' but lwcle iMOMKMiKrr mo object vxg. ft, ...7, ' . I llg " ggs55?J size of the room and its other fur nishings. A chair khonld not be overwhelming. It shouldn't stand out and call attention to Itself. A wide, roomy chair seeds a spacious background. The high backed chair of ornate design fits into a high ceilinged room. But it is too stately for a small foyer, al though one does see this type chair so placed. There it looks like decoration, not invitation. The woman of average height who chooses a chair for herself in dressing room or at her desk or work table will find that one with a low seat is the most com fortable, and that height is about fifteen inches from the floor. Un fortunately, most chairs are made with a seat -eighteen inches from he floor and so a footrest of some sort is necessary for comfort unless you can have your chair made as you wish. And before selecting a chair for the man's own a conference on the subject might be illuminating. There's a superstition to the ef fect that every man likes big, roomy chairs, with deep cushion seats, like they have in their clubs. Not always true. A type of chair that is popular with men is one with a square,high back, slightly inclined, a roomy seat, low arms and springy cushions that are not too downy. An artist I know who has taken to designing furniture declares that his greatest difficulty is in the designing of chairs. We have grown accustomed to certain standardized models, and only the craze for modern furniture has shaken habit a bit. Some of these extreme examples In modernistic chairs are everything but com fortable. On the other hand there are some radically new models that, defying all ines, are giving us chairs of real comfort, beauty and adaptability to our current living rooms. Most chairs are too high, both for comfort and even for good line. If you happen to own some goodlooking chairs that aren't as comfortable as you'd like, cutting a few inches of the legs may make all the difference in the world to your comfort and perhaps not hurt their lines. GOOD-NIGHT STORIES By Max Trell Tarn's Mistress, May, Is Cored of Fence-Climbing If little May had been satisfied with tearing her clothes once or twice a month that might have been forgivable. But to tear them every day in the week, Sunday in cluded, was too much. It isn't surprising that what happened to her, did happen. Indeed it might have been worse. May never imagined that her little shadow, Yam, had any con cern about her clothes. She didn't realize, you see, that no matter what she did or where she went, she was accompanied by her shad ow. She didn't realize, either, that whenever she caught heu dres-s on a nail, or on the end of a sharp stick, her poor shadow did the same. Now while May's mother mend ed the girl's dresses, " am had to get her shadow-dres.-es mended herself. That's how all the trouble started. The official mender for Yam. as well as for Mij. Flor. 11 an id and Knarf the other little shadow- children with the turned-about-namr-.;-- v.v.s Mrs. Spider. As you can well imagine from her looks, Mrs. Spider's disposition was any thing but kindly. she was, in fact; as thoroughly cross as any creature could possibly be. It was bad enough for Yam to have to go to Mrs. Spider at all, but to have to go every day ! "Are you'here again?" the spid er would say, glaring at Yam. "I'm sorry," the little shadow girl would falter, "my mistress crawled through a hole in the fence and tore her sleeve in two." "Bah! Always the same ex cuse. Why didn't you keep her from crawling through the fence?" Yam sighed. She didn't tell her that May's mother had tried time and time again to keep her from crawling through the fence, and still she did it! One fine day, Mrs. Spider told Yam point-blank tnt she would mend no more of her clothes. Yam didn't know what to do. Imagin. how you would feel if you knt-w that no one would ev?r mend yoi:r clothes and you were too small to mend them yourself. Mij, Flor. Hanid and Kna? hurried over to May. "Don't craw" through the fence!" they cried. "Pl-ee-ease don't!" pleadt-rf Yam. May paid' no attention to them whatever. She deliberately dropped to her knees and started crawiing through. "What shall I do, what shall I do?" cried Yam, finding to her consternation that she was crawl ing In after her. The shadow children grasped her legs and tried in vain to pull her back. Til Mend .No More Clothe !" Then aM at Once, they spied Mrs. Spider. "Aha," she exclaimed to Yan:. "so you're crawling through ! spite my warning." "I can't help it,"' replied Yam in anguish.. "My mistress won't 1 t me go." 'Oh, she won't won't she! WVH see about that!" and .Mrs. Spul-r rushed right np in May. "Let go of her at once!" cr:d the spider. "O- ooo!" screamed May In tt-v-ror for she dreaded spiders. She forgot all about crawling and rushed home as fast as she could. And did fhe ever crawl throw zh the fence again? If yon think i-he did, you must take another guess. By CLIFF STERRETT, By RUSS WESTOVER By VERD VHCfte I. ME? WHAT IS AS? WHO lftM5? ANMIET IS ALU AFLUTTER. see her. J4SRS T&M8RK0VJ By JIMMY MURPHY THAT'S NOTH46v BabY! under the COADNT LOCK POO. I TOO POR 31 TfeARS BECAUSE. IP WE WERE PARTED n DIE. OF A iBPOWtN-HEAJJT IN SIX r-nan aged I.!, feT. ,S MJ. UTa7V. a. weight satin falsa, bm.' : MMV ti