The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 13, 1921, Page 13

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 13. , 1921. i MAIN STRFFT The Story of € ‘arol Kennico. ‘ BY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Howe, Inc. (Continued From Page 1) Prairte was a Minnesota wheat prairie town of something over 3,000 people. | pationts are husky “Pleased to meet you,” stated Dr. Hils hand was the palm soft, but the weathered, showing golden against firm red skin. He looked at ber as tho she was an agreeable discovery. She tugged her hand free and fluttered, “I must go out to the kitchen and help Mrs Marbury.” She did not speak to him again till, after she had heated the rolls and passed the paper nap kins, Mr. Marbury captured her with @ loud, “Oh, quit fussing now. Come strong back hairs Kennicott mean is—I don’t want you to think I'm ope of those old salts.and-quinine | peddlers, but I mean: so many of my farmers that | suppose I get kind of case-hardened.” “It seems to me that a doctor could transform a whole community if he wanted to—if he saw it. He's usually the only man in the neigh. borhood who has any scientific training, im’t her “Yos, that's so, but I guess most of us get rusty, We land in a rut of obste and typhoid and busted legs. What we need is women like you to jump on us, It'd be you that would transform the town.” | “No, 1 couldn't. Too flighty. 1 over here and sit down and tell us| did used to think about doing just how's tricks.” He herded her to a sofa with Dr oping of bulky shoulder, as tho he was wondering what he was ex-| pected to do next. As their host left them, Kennicott awoke: “Marbury tells me you're a high Mogul in the public library. I wa: @urprised, Didn't hardly think you Were old enough. I thought you were | & girl, still in college maybe." “Oh, I'm dreadfully old, to take to a lipstick, and to find a gray hair any morning now.” “Huh! You must be frightfully old —probily too olf to be my grand @anghter, I guess!" ‘Thus in the Vale of Arcady nymph and satyr beguiled the hours; pre cisely thus, and not in honeyed pen-| tameters, discoursed Elaine and the Worn Sir Launcelot in the pleached alley. “How do you like your work?” asked the doctor. “It's pleasant, but sometimes I feel shut off from things—the stee! Stacks, and the everlasting cards all over with red rubber “Don't you get sick of the city?” “St. Paul? Why, don't you like it? I don’t know of any lovelier view than when you stand on Summit} Avenue and look across Lower Town to the Mississipp! cliffs and the upland farms beyond.” “I know but— Of course I've @pent nine years around the Twin Cities—took my B. A. and M. D. over at the U., and had my intern ship in a hospital in Minmgapoli: Dut still, oh well, you don't get t know folks here, way you do up home. I feel I've got something to gay about running Gopher Prairie, Dut you take it in @ big city of two. three hundred thousand, and I'm Just one flea on the dog's back And then I like country driving, and the hunting in the fall. Do you know Gopher Prairie at all? “No, but I hear it's “Nice? Say bhonestly— of course IT may be prejudiced, but I've seen) an awful lot of towns—one time I ‘Went to Atlantic City for the Amer. fean Medical Association meeting, spent practically a week in| beauty of youth, ! But I never saw a town that had such up-and-coming people as Gopher Prairie. Bresnahan—| you know—the famous auto manu. facturer—be comes from Gopher Prairie, Born and bfought up there! ‘it's jourse @ lot of these put up with plank walks, but not for us, you bet!” “Really?” ; (Why was she thinking of Stewart) great future. Some of the beat I expect | | some very nice) | appointed by his devotion to making | the _ “Gopher Prairie is going to nat weaee elasticaceming in a cap and that, curiously enough, but I seem Kennicott, who was/to have drifted away from the idea her vague about the eyes, rather! Oh, I'm a fine one to be lecturing your | No! You're just the ona You! have ideas without having lost femt nine charm. Say! Don't you think | there's a lot of these women that go J out for all these movements and so on that sacrifice-— After his remarks on suffrage he [abruptly quastioned her about her self, His xindtinees and the firmness | of his personality enveloped her and she accepted him asx one who had, }a right to know what she thought| and wore and ate and read. He was positive. He had grown from a | sketched-in-stranger a friend. whose gossip was important news | She noticed the healthy solidity of | his chest. His nose, which had| seemed irregular and large, was sud. denly virile. | She was jarred out of this serious sweetness when Marbury bounced | over to them and with horrible pub-| Melty yammered, what do you! two think your're doing? Telling fortunes or making love? Let nie warn you that the doc is a frivky bacheldore, Carol. Come on now,| folks, shake a leg. Let's have some stunts or a dance or something.” She did not have another word with Dr. Kennicott until their part. | ing: | “Been @ great pleasure to meet you, Miss Millford. May I #¢e you time when I come down I'm here quite often-—taking | agai | patients to hospitals for majors, and 30 on.” “Why—* ! “What's your address? “You can ask Mr. Marbury next} time you come down—if you really | want to know? “Want to know? Say, you wait! | an | Of the lovemaking of Caro! and| Will Kennicott there is nothing to be} | told which may not be heard on} every summer evening, on every| shadowy block They were biology and mystery; their speech was slang phrases and flares of poetry; their silences were contentment, or shaky crises when his arm took her shoulder. All the first discovered when it fs passing—and all the com-| monplaces of a well-todo unmarried men encountering a pretty girl at the time when ehe is slightly weary of | her employment and sees no glory ahead nor any man she is glad to serve. They liked each other honestly— hey were both honest. She was dis money, but she was buge that he did not He to patients, and that he did} cep up with the medical magazines. What aroused her to something more than liking was his boyishness when they went trapping. They walked from St. Paul down| river to Mendota, Kennicott| & soft crepe shirt, Carol youthful in * THE SEATTLE DOINGS OF THE DUFFS Ss RUN AND SHOW MOTHER THE NEW SUIT DADDY BouGHT FoR You! NAWe I GOTTA GET MY PUYSOLOSY LESSON FoR COMIN’ OUT T’ PLAY, FRECKLES: ? TLL HELP YA, FRECKLES, THEN YOULL GET DONE QUICKER have a strong male «nateh her tack! BVERETT TRUE to safety, instead of having a logical) teacher or Mbrarian sniff, | if you're seared, why don't uu get away from the rail, then?’ From the cliffs across the river Carol and Kennicott looked back at St. Paul on it hills; an imperial sweep from the dome of the cathe dral to the dome of the state capitol The river road lea past rocky field slopes, deep glens, woods fiamboyant new with September, to Mendota, white walls and a spire among trees beneath a hill, old-world in its placid ease. And for this fresh land, the place is ancient. Here i» the bold stone house which General Sibley the king of fur traders, built in 1855, with plaster of river mud, and ropes of twisted grass for laths. It has an alr of centuriea, In its solid rooms Carol and ‘Kennicott found prints from other days which the house had seen—taill coats of robin'segg blue, clumsy Red River carta laden with luxurious furs, whiskered Union sol diers in slant forage caps and rat tling sabers. It suggested to them a common American past, and it was memora ble because they had discovered it together. They talked more trust ingly, more personally, as they trudged on. They crossed the Min. nesota river in a rowboat ferry. They climbed the hill to the round stone tower of Fort Snelling. They saw! the junction of the Miasiasipp! and the Minnesota, and recalled the men) who had come here 80 years ago soldiers from the Maryland hilis. | “It's @ good country, and I'm} proud of It. Let's make it all that| those old boys dreamed about,” the) unsentimental Kennicott was moved | to vow. | “Let's! | “Come on, Come to Gopher Prat rie, Show us. Make the town—well —make it artistic. It's mighty pretty, but I'll admit we aren't any too darn istic, Probably the lumber yard n't as scrupulous as all these WELKINS, S WISH You'D Tew Me WHAT TIMG “You HAVG BY WATCH, THANK You — STAR KNOW ABOUT PHYSIOLOGY It Was All Tom's Fault Of All Things!!! Sucks! WAT Do You ALL RIGHT + ANSWER, THIS = NAME THE Cet's See— WHY, L'v¥Ve Cot SxActLt Two MINVTSS TO TTHRee Do THAT GRRANO TWELVE You SAID "INA MINUTGY You HAVEN'T GONE YET, BUT You'Re Gomme Fo MAKE A FLYING START Itt + gon’ VDVIIVIIIIIWIIWI9 a> ~ rc + Mil WHEN I ASKED You TO MINUTES AGO} TEETH! PAGE 13 BY ALLMAN WHY DID You TELL HIM TO RUN TO HOW WAS IT MY FAULT T | BOUGHT HIM THE SuIT- | DIDN™T RUIN IT! Uh WHAT KINDA ORGANS Ss Ss SSS THE SOCIETY FOR SUPPRESSION OF PIPE SMOKING HELD THEIR. ABOLISH T SMOKE VSAN FIRST PARADE TODAY, AUNT SARAH PEABODY LEADING. ‘and wheat land in the state|a tam-o’shanter of mole velvet, a Fight near there—some of it selling| blue serge sult with an absurdly and/us change!” ght now at onefifty an acre, and| agreeably broad turn-down linen col-| “1 would like to. Some day? [ bet ft will go up to two and «/lar, and frivolous ankles above ath “Now! You'd love Gopher Prairie. | Greek temples. But go to it! Moke/ in 10 years!” “Ia Do you like your profes ” _ “Nothing like it. Keeps you out, yet you have a chance to loaf p the office for a change.” : dont mean that way. I mean f it's such an opportunity for Cos F .' pathy.” letic shoes. The High Bridge crosses the Mississippi, mounting from low banks to a paljsade of cliffs. Far down beneath it on the St. Paul side, upon mud flats, is a wild settlement of chicken-infested gardens and shapties patched together from dis- carded sign boards, sheets of cor rugated iron, and planks fished out Dr. Kennicott launched into a “Oh, these Dutch farmers/ rail of the bridge to look down at want sympathy. All they need| ig a bath and a good dose of salts.|aginary fear #he shrieked that she must have flinched, for in- “What I ADVENTURES. oF on tE, TWINS “I'm not afraid of you now that I have you all tied of the river. Carol leaned over the this Yangtse village; in delicious im- was dizzy with the height: and it was nm extremely human satisfaction to LE up with We've been doing a lot with lawns} and gardening the past few years, and it's so homey—the big trees and — And the best people on earth. And keen. 1 bet Duke Dawson—"| Carol but half lstened to the) names. She could not fapcy their ever becoming important to her, “I bet Luke Dawson has got more_ money than most of the swells on Summit Avenue; and Miss Sherwin in the high school is a regular won- der—reads Latin like I do English; and Sam Clark, the hardware man, he's & corker—not a better man in the state to go hunting with; and if | you want culture, besides Vida Sher- | win there's Reverend Warren, the! Congregational preacher, and Pro | fessor Mott, the superintendent of | schools, and Guy Pollock, the lawyer | —they say ‘he writes regular poetry | and—and Raymie Wutherspoon, he's | not such an awful boob when you get to know him, and he sings swell. | And— And there's plenty of others. Lym Cass, Only of course none of | them have your finesne, you might call it, But they don't ‘mike ‘em any more ap clative and so on. Come on! We're ready for you to} bons ua!" They sat on the bank below the parapet of the old fort, hidden from observation, He circled her shoul- der with his arm: Relaxed after the | walk, a chill nipping her throat, conscious of his warmth and power, she leaned gratefully against him. “You know I'm in love with you, Carol!" She did not answer, but she touched the back of his hand with an exploring finger. “You say I'm so darn material- istic. How can I help it, unless I have you to stir me up?” She did not answer. She could not “Daddy,” Day ia made people in the East say Seat- THE WICKED CITY! “what tle was the wickedest sort of cooled down, “You see, sponsibilities; son," he explained, “Seattle is a port town and in the early days a pretty wild lot of men drifted in and out of here; men who had no homes and no re. adventurers, who ran here and there after fortunes, which they sometimes made and lost in a day, “But that statement. do, son, Peggy out to see the man who 1 don’t know. rn raid, elty in America, except San Francisco?’ “Who sfid anything like that, son?” daddy bristied, and David | giggled at the rising indignation | in his volee. “Grandmother,” he replied, as if for once he had daddy fixed, then he told about the coming of the Salvation Army and daddy I doubt I'll tell you what take you and a bautiful University campus, past the Stadium, around the lake to Laurethurst, “Is he quite stylish?’ Perry asked, smoothing down her skirts, Pegey remembered other visits to Laurelhurst and her impressions were that it was a very “stylish” place. . “Wait and see,” daddy replied, “we are almost there.” And pretty soon the car turned in at a regular farm house gate. Sleek cows brogvsed around, dogs leaped and barked a welcome, fat chickens and ducks could be seen in their enclosure beyond, apples hung ruby-red on the trees and the soft October wind rippled the blue lake and stirred gently in the tall, dry grass. : “Gee! said David. It was all he could Yind to say, “Geet Then they were in the house | back to the edge of things. Every- | felt no regret. j1 felt a duty in living, in filling my After a second of oblivion, I ax conscious of fighting my way thing was dark. I was tired, so tired. I felt as if 1 was traveling thru black velvet shot with stars—and it was so restful. I had a sensation of looking at my own self, lying there on the damp gravel. I knew instinctively that it was raining lightly, but 1 could not feel it. I couldn't touch | my hand to my face to see if it was damp, They were no longer my hands to move, it seemed, And I} Suddenly that thing which had been in the back of my mind and} which made me fight so hard for| consciousness in the first second, | came back a little more plainly—my responsibility in living! I understood in some vague way that I had no right to give up my life before it had spun out its thread. niche until there should be no more! place for me. It came to me with /a sickening force that perhaps if I should slip out now without the fight to get back that I should be a guest, ar- rived too soon. And in. the back of my conscious. and daddy had explained their J) visit and the first policeman was ; ness was Tom, I wanted him. In spite of the thing which had sent me out in mental turmoil, in the (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Btar) everything was all right and that he loved me. So I reached out, gripped my interests world and pulled myself back out of the black velvet and isht. I moved. Gradually I got to my feet and staggered dizzily over fhe road. An automobile was coming. Would I be able to get out of the way of it, I wondered, Would they see me staggering in the road and turn out, or would I go down once more, I wondered, and this time under the wheels of a car? I moved toward the side of the road, lost my footing in the loose gravel and swerved toward the high growing weeds. yusly, and the tangible WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING ’ CHAPTER LX—STRANGERS CARRY ME AWAY The car was coming nearer, I cou hear voices, men's voices. struck a new terror in me. I to hide while they passed, seemed just then that danger in everything. The car was stopping. Were trying to talk to me, I won screamed. Somebody had taken of me. I could hear a | Voice and against my will I was ing half led, half carried, toward automobile. “Let me go—Let me gor I But someone was lifting me and T — felt the cushions of the car me. Presently the motor gathe speed and we were whirling thru’ night. (To Be Continued) |hour of need, it was him, his tender. |nesé, of which I thought. | 1 wanted to talk to him, to hear ihim say that there had been some | misunderstanding, and that, after all, talking. “Well, well,” guess you've come to the right place. I've got a wonderful memory, a wonderful memory. Peggy said, “If you wouldn't mind remembering so much, we would like to have you go back to when you started West.” So he began—— (To Be Continued) aan, think “You say @ doctor could cure a town the way he does a person. Well, you cure the town of whatever ails it, if anything does, and I'll be your surgical kit.” She did not follow his words, only the burning resoluteness of them. She was shocked, thrilled, as he | kissed her cheek and cried, “There's no use saying things and saying things and saying things. Don't my arms taik to you—now?" “Oh, please, please!” She wondered if she ought to be angry, but it was a drifting thought, and she discov. ered that she was crying. Then they were sitting six inches apart, pretending that they had never been nearer, while she tried to be impersonal; “1 would like to—would like to see Gopher Prairie,” “Prust me! Here she is! Brought some snapshots down to show you.” Her cheek near his sleeve, she studied a dozen village pietures. They were streaky; she saw only trees, my strong line.” “Ont? Loppy Lobster's eyes, al- | fully. ways poppy, nearly popped out of | When an enemy comes.” bis head. “Here comes one of the| But Mr. Cucumber Cotton-Spin- 1a {ner scarcely gave him a glance. He eptton-spinners 1 told you about! I'll) came close to the Twins. “You don't bet he’s the one who spun all that | need to take your hands off,” he white thread around you!’ told them in an uppish tone. “I'm ‘The Twins looked where Loppy|not afraid of you a bit, now that I was pointing with one of his long|have you all tied up with my strong feelers, and beheld another green line. Lop Lobster is a little weak in (creature, long and round and warty,|his head or he wouldn't take the like a cucumber out of Farmer! trouble he does. He takes off his Smith's sass-patch garden, creeping | claws every time he thinks he’s in slowly toward them. danger, for all the good it does "Oh, quick!” cried Loppy. ‘Take | him! your hands.at once, children. And| “Fortunately, n be did a most amazing thing. | with claws.” gy did. He shook off both of his! “Or a head, either, I should say,” claws, one after the other, and| Nancy couldn't help observing. hem down on the white sand. | Tut,” said Mr. Cotton. Spinner hat’s that for?’ gusped|sharply, “That's no way to talk to your jailer, Besides, my stomach lookedé sadly at his claws|makes up for my brains. I've just jhook his head. “Now I've got eaten the pink pearl!” pp again for a few weeks (To Be Continued) copes erow,” he said mourn-| (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) was Seattle's first policeman. “You see, 1 didn't spend my childhood in Seattle and when that first policeman was on duty 1 wasn’t even born and I'd sort of like to hear him answer that | question of yours myself.” So they got in the car and drove out across the city from Queen Anne hill, past busy Lake Union, past the entrance of the well, he said. “I “But one has to do something hay. In front of it a sagging wom: an with tight-drawn hair, and a baby bedraggled, smeary, glorious-eyed. “Those are the kind of folks I practise among, good share of the time, Nels Erdstrom, fine clean young Svenska. He'll have a cork: ing farm in 10 years, but now— I operated his wife on a kitchen table, with my driver giving the anesthetic, Look at that scared baby! Needs some woman with hands like yours, Waiting for you! Just look at that baby's eyes, look how. he's vegging—" “Don't! would be sweet.” As his arms moved toward her she answered all her doubts with “Sweet, so sweet," (Cong>4 Tomorrow) Lift Right Off with Fingers | Doesn't hurt a bit! Drop a little “Freezone” 4 an aching corn, instantly that corn stops hurt then shortly you lift it right off with fingers. Trul Your druggist sells a tiny bottle of “Freezone” for a cents, sufficient to remove every hard-corn, coft corn, or between toes, and calluses, without soreness or irritation, shrubbery, a porch indistinct in leafy shadows. But she exclaimed over the lakes: dark water reflecting wooded bluffs, a flight of ducks, a fisherman in shirt sleeves and a wide straw hat, holding up a string of cropples. One winter picture of the edge of Plover Lake had the air of an etching: lus- trous slide of ice, snow in the crev- ices of a boggy bank, the mound of 4 muskrat house, reeds in thin black lines, arches of frosty grasses, It was an impression of cool clear vigor. “How'd it be to skate there for a couple of hours, or go zinging along on a fast ice-boat, and skip back home for coffee and some hot wie. nies?” he demanded, “It might be—fun.” “But here's the where you come in. A photograph of a forest clearing: pathetic new furrows straggling among stumps, a clumsy log cabin chinked with mud and roofed. with I'm not troubled They hurt me. Oh, it ture. Here's sweet to help him—so