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
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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,
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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)
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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
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