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Manage all quite from any thought of ACs joining you or any resentment because he does not. fly KATHLEEN NORRIS ARE you a person or the l echo of some other per-son- ? This is an impor-tant question, where the hap-piness of some women is con-cerned, for unless she can an-swer it, "I am myself," no woman can be happy. For each one of us brings with him, or forms and culti-vates in the early years, a complicated mass ,of likes and dislikes, prejudices and inclinations, and it is the en-couragement of some of these and the weeding out of others that makes that baffling, fas-cinating thing called "person-nlit- v " BUSY HUSBAND This wife and mother issues an appeal to Miss Norris for advice on the problem of getting her husband back into the family fold. Other-wise a model husband, he spends most of his time with others, socially and in business, asking to be left out of family social life. Kathleen Nor-ris gives the reason and suggests a remedy. would have had one in those dark days. I did everything at one time washing 70 didies a day as well as the entire family wash, and even Al's collars and cuffs. In 1934 my father died, leaving me a few thou-sands that I immediately invested in two small houses, living in one, renting the other, and taking two boarders to make ends meet. Al had a Job then, but when I broke down and went for 10 weeks to the hos-Dit-we had to borrow. From that No matter how rich and beautiful and socially prominent a girl is, if she chooses to adopt rowdy man-ners, use vulgar language, show no consideration for the feelings of others, defy the code of dignity and l, if not of actual morality, she is not a gentlewoman, even though the wealth and power of her family go back a dozen generations. Becoming a Lady. And by the same law any girl who studies fineness in every way, in what she reads, says, does and is, can raise herself from the humblest or least fortunate of backgrounds, and eventually be recognized for what she is, a lady. Any girl or woman who feels she is dull, unin-teresting, left behind by more fas-cinating rivals, need only face the situation honestly, to find the cure all about her, easily within reach, and costing nothing. It may take her a few years to ac-custom herself to the necessity of a daily bath, manicuring, hair-brus-i i..ui. Wroetinn parpfullv time however things steadily im-proved, we sold both houses five years ago at double what we had paid for them in the depression, and Al went from one promotion to an-other and our hard times were over. Now we have a nice home, two small cars, and I have a good kitchen helper. Alf a Stranger. "But far more serious to me than anything that those difficult years brought," the letter goes on, "is the fact that for three years now my husband has not shared our lives at all. He is amiable, appreciative of good meals and home comfort. "But dines at the club, entertains some customer downtown, works late at the office and afterwards drops in on some bridge game, makes engagements for all day Sun-day, often for Saturday night as well, and tells me, if I make any plan for a family affair or picnic, to go ahead by all means, but not to count on him. ill iiiuiiavuiwvv " oi " accurate .speech, abstention from excesses of all sorts for the table glutton is an even less pleasant sight than the excessive drinker or smok-er. Gentlewomen don't giggle over questionable stories; they don't eagerly retail scandal; they don't laugh loudly when someone falls off his chair or mispronounces a word. Culture and fineness are essential to a lady, but the qualities of heart are just as important as those of mind. Husband Is Too Popular. There are problems, however, that come even to a fine and strong and cultured woman, a woman who' is her husband's equal, if not superi-or in intellect and soul, and when they arise the answer comes in the form of a question. Are you a per-son or the echo of some other per-son? A letter from a woman In Au-gusta, Maine, illustrates what I mpan. Now I resent, at 39, being rele-gated to the position of a sort of su-perior servant, a person who must accept Al's careless announcements and good-by- s. I am a college grad-uate, my family is of a higher rat-ing than his, and but for my father's generosity I don't know how we could have weathered our hard times. Yet I can't beg back my hus-band's affection and company. The situation is changing me into a brood-wretche- d woman and I wish you could give me an answer to it." Make Self an Interesting Individual. The answer is, as I said before, is a question. Are you a person or the echo of some other person, Paul-ine? Al, for all his selfishness and obtuseness, is evidently a person. He has found a great deal in his life to amuse and occupy him; all he asks is that you do the same. With health, home, sufficient income, car, with three fine growing children, you certainly should have no trouble. "We have been married 17 years, she writes. "We have three fine children; a boy of 15, twin jfirls of 12. Alf, my husband, is a good, steady, successful man, extremely popular with everyone perhaps es-pecially with men. I mean that he belongs to golf and town clubs, lunches with associates every day downtown, and always has pleasant adventures in friendship when busi-ness as it frequently does, calls him away for a few days or a week at a time. Went Through Hard Times. "When our boy Fred was about four and the girls tiny babies, hard time's came. Al lost his job, and we lost the little home we were buy-ing We asked my father, who lives in California, for $100 a month, and we five managed on that for nearly three years. We had two rooms; the babies1 milk alone came to $10 a month, and if I could have afforded , breakdown believe me I You don t speait oi menus, uui tei-tain- ly you have friends. If you could manage club days, gardening days, hours for reading, walking, plans with the children, all quite free from any thought of Al's joining you or any resentment because he Joes not, you would find yourself immersed in so full and happy a life that nine hundred and ninety out of every thousand women in the world might well envy you. Keep that son close to you; you won't have a mother's frequent difficulties in paternal jealousy. Join the girl's in their homework and invite a few chums in to study with them. Your real trouble is that for years you held Al in happy monopoly. You and he were inseparable in in-terests. But that never lasts It can be regained. It will be regained as soon as Al real-izes that you are just as busy and comp'ete and interesting and vidual an entity as be is. BLAN UMAY W.N.U. Release ill,Vj " INSTALLMENT IS THE SIOKY SO FAR: . Cordon had built '"irsnchsi. King wo .nd unscrupulous I'lwne Bill Koper. or topp-'- -, tlon of his sweetheart, Jody Gordon, and her father. After wiping Thorpe out of Texas, Roper conducted a great rM upon Thorpe's vast herds In Montana. Roper left for Lew Gordon's home when told that Jody had disappeared. Unable to reconcile her father with Roper, Jody had set out with Shoshone Wilce to find him. They were attacked by some of Thorps's men hiding In Roper's shack. Wilce escaped but Jody was captured. The men decided to hold her as bait. wil-Conti- nued EBft of Jody Casually. a It f"T men were spean-- S d th-- the death jd once been very Sud-r- A dear. J glimpse the animosi--k mStonof these men. o"t would seem great if in the .truck out of rider said Itto uch flght .bunch a gone into yetl think that any bunch of 'em ilookout-JlmLeat-h. ji "We'll know in plenty lon ilence-jod- y t fell. Gordon was the close walls. Her 'T. wtter. "You're beyond his age, in a face so dark and lean-carve- d it was hard to rec-ognize behind it the face of Dusty King's kid. He m.ide no attempt to answer a question which was nec-essarily meaningless to him. He finished pulling off his gloves, unbut-toned his coat, and hooked his thumbs in his belt before he spoke. "I heard yesterday that Jody has turned up missing." he said. "I came to Miles to see if it's so. From what I could find out down in the town, no word has come in on where she is. If that's true, I don't aim to give my time to anything else until she's found." "You mean to deny you know where she is?" Gordon shouted. Roper's voice did not change. "You talk like a fool," he said. Lew Gordon's eyes were savagely intent upon Roper's face; he was trying to discover if this man could be believed. "You may be lying," he added at last, "and you may not, but I'll tell you this you sure won't leave here "It was your own man talked her into it," Gordon said with menace. "My own man? What man?" "A little sniveler called Shoshone Wilce. Everybody knows he was a scout coyote for you, before Texas ever run you out." "Nobody run meout of any place," Roper said; but his mind whipped to something else. It was true that he talked to certain men in the town before he had come here. Now sud-denly he knew that he had learned what he had come to find out. He buttoned his coat, pulled on his gloves. Gordon confronted him stubbornly. "I mean you shan't leave here with-out telling me what you know." A glint of hard amusement was plain in Bill Roper's eyes. "I know what you've told me. But I'll add this onto it. I think you'll soon have back your girL I'm walking out of here now, Lew, because it's time for me to look into a couple of things. But I'll be seeing you if Thorpe don't get you first." The veins stood out sharply on Lew Gordon's forehead, high-lighte- d 10 - me here? , a put it that way." Jim aid mildly, almost gen-- . , eyes denied that mild--t behind him Jody sensed vast animosity built by Rustlers' War. aflat answer," Jody said Are you going to give t, or not?" re Jim Leathers' canine ed to his peculiarly un-ri- n. "Hell, no," he said. HAPTEB XVIII Lew Gordon should have if Bill Roper learned of sppeirance at all. Roper ie directly to him. wing this, he should have limself. But Lew Gordon et Roper face to face in years; and nothing was aa his mind than the pos-a- i Roper would walk in cow. is night Lew Gordon was main room of his little house; forty-eig- hours by a faint dampness. "In all fair-ness I'll tell you this." he said. "It's true I can't lift a gun on you, or on any man who stands with empty hands. But as soon as you're out of that door, all Miles City will be on the jump to see you don't get loose. Twenty thousand hangs over your head, my boy I" "Quite a tidy little nest egg," Rop-er agreed. "I'd like to have It my-self." A trick of the wind sent a great whirl of papers across the room as he went out." He had not come here without pro-viding that the horse which waited under his saddle was fresh and good. He struck westward now out of Miles City, unhurrying. At the half mile he found a broad cross trail where some random band of cattle had trampled the snow into a trackless pavement. He turned north in this, followed it for a mile, then swung northwest over markless snow. Now that this horse was warmed a lit-tle he settled deep in his saddle and pushed the animal into a steady trot; at that gait, even in the snow, he could exnect the tough range- - i since his daughter's dis-- e and the old cattleman ! himself into a state of !ury comparable to that baffled mountain lion, or bear. Everything that ione to locate his daugh-;in- g done. ( that Jody's disappear-.oluntar- y, and he knew its The brief but highly that Jody had left a that much. It simply you must be made to see am going to talk to Billy self." s did not tell him was per was, or how Jody exi-ted him. Impatient of d delay, he could not un-ity his many :ould dig up no word. For ew, his daughter was by lost somewhere in the stes of snow, in immedia-te need of help. Haw ! ,:. Lew Gordon's eyes were savage-ly intent on Roper's face. till I find out where my girl is. You're wanted anyway, my laddie buck; there's a legal reward on your head, right now and part of it was put up by me." "I heard that," Bill Roper said. "When I get ready to leave, I'll leave, all right. My advice to you is to begin using your head. I may be in a kind of funny position. But it puts me where I know things about the Montana range that neither you nor your outfits have got any clue to. If you want your daughter back you better figure to use what I know about the Deep Grass." Lew Gordon compelled himself to temporize. What he couldn't get around was his own belief that Rop-er knew something definite, specific, about where Jody had gone-- or had started out to go. He must have known also, in spite of the bluff to bred pony to last most of the night. CHAPTER XIX A tired horse is not much in-clined to shy, toward the end of a long day's travel; and when Bill Roper's horse snorted and Jumped sidewise out of its tracks the rider looked twice, curiously, at the car-cass which had spooked his pony. A dead pony on the winter range be-ing a fairly common thing, he was about to ride on, when he noticed something about this particular dead pony which caused him to pull up and dismount for a closer examina-tion. After leaving Lew Gordon he had ridden deep into the night. Half an hour would bring him within sight of the Fork Creek rendezvous, and he was eager to push on, so that his deduction as to Jody's whereabouts might have a quick answer, one way or the other; but when he had ex-amined the dead pony he was glad w the moment his help-- f was burned down into a sriness. His mind was full Shter, whom he persistent-- i as a little girl, much a child than she actually aiore. 1 it struck him how curi-- s that in this bare room be sat there was no sign id that Jody had ever been This was partly be- - had never lived here nor a expected here; but it to him sharply how i life had been given tow little to his daughter. torn realize how little he daughter, and how little ' given her of himself. Lew Gordon's state of 'je door thrust open, let-- lash of wintry wind; leeled in his chair to face man n earth he had ex-se- Per shook a powdering of I off the roll of his coat en stood looking at Lew f cool hard silence as he ""gloves. Once this man alrtost a son to Lew Cor-rupted son, in actuality, of on dead partner. But a now replaced what ago had been a friend-,;e- p and close as the vari-t;ei- r ages could permit. All ,lg 01 lncir association, al- - as Bill Roper's life. WlPed out by those two e"s since the death of --8. which anger had prompted nu, he could not hold Roper here when Roper decided to leave, nor force any information from him in any way whatever. "What is it you want to know?" he asked at last, helpless, and angry in his helplessness. "In the first place, I want to know what made you think Jody was with me?" "You swear," Lew Gordon de-manded, "you don't know the an-sw-to that?" "I don't swear anything," Roper said. "I asked you a question, Lew. hesitated. It was a Lew Gordon since anyone had good many years talked to him in the tone Bill Roper took; but for once the purpose in hand outpowered the violence of Ins natural reaction. He turned from and handed BiU his litter of papers, Roper the little scrap of Jodyi handwriting which was all she had to indicate where she was gone. --One of you must be made to see to talk to Billy reason. I am going Roper myself." When Bill Roper had read that, men met in hos-tile the eyes of the two question. --This looks mighty like a false Bill Roper said at last. to me," "Lte asihe aimed to cover up went. Don t where she really she'd start out hardly seem likely to come to me." she went looking for you because she said she did. My g.rl Roperhrugged. "Why should she do that?" that he had checked. This was no winter-kille- d pony. The bright trace of frozen blood that had first caught Roper's eye was the result of two gunshot wounds in neck and quarters. A dark foreboding possessed Rop-er as he studied the dead pony. Rop-e- r himself was short-cuttin- g through the hills, following no trail. The co-incidence that he had stumbled upon the carcass in all those snowy wastes could be accounted for only both Roper and the in one way: pony had followed a line of least resistance through the hills a line that had the Fork Creek rendezvous at its far end. His discovery told him that there had been fighting at Fork Creek within the last forty-eig-hours. If he was right in believing that Jody had come to Fork Cree- k- He remounted and swung north-ward, mercilessly whipping up his weary pony, but approaching the Fork Creek camp roundabout, be-hind masking hills and through hid-de- n ravines. An hour passed be-fore he threw down his reins and crept on hands and knees tq the crest of a ridge commanding the valley of the Fork. mile closer and He moved a half resumed his watch; but for some time he could make out nothing. Then just as the sun set. three men moved out of the cabin For a stood in the moment or two they snow close together. One went back into the cabin. The two others dis-appeared for a moment, to reappear mounted. They separated, and Rop-e- r watched them ride in opposite up the nearest slopes of the hills These passed beyond his sight, minute or two their but in anomer ways were retraced by two other Outposts." Roper decided "Somebody's keeping a hell of a careful watch." (TO BE CnflNUED or two Lew Gordon utter disbelief. Then 10 "is feet. :y she?" he demanded in- - "What have you Lr " 'onger looked like iSL HUSty King had raised ttemely competent, old WtTTo' mni m con We Misfits We shall generally find that the triangular person has got into the square hole, the oblong into the triangular, and a square person has squeezed himself into the round hole. Sydney Smith. Test of Civilization The true test of civilization is not the census, nor the size of the cities, nor the crops, but in the kind of men the country turns out. Emerson. |